William didn't waste any more time with the witch. After a brief glance at her, he turned and walked out of her hut without a word. The witch was busy with her own thoughts, muttering about the possible implications of the Demon Wolf's legacy, but William had no intention of engaging further.
As he stepped back into the foggy forest, the thick mist curled around him, feeling almost... familiar. Though William hadn't spent much time in the Misty Forest, there was something about it that tugged at him. It wasn't just the dense, ethereal fog that made the place seem alive, it was a deeper connection, something far more profound.
Ever since he had unlocked the power of the Demon Wolf, William suspected that the Misty Forest had more to do with his transformation than he realized. There was an undeniable link between the place and the inheritance he'd gained. This forest was not just a setting for some magical quests; it was deeply intertwined with his destiny.
