Chapter Forty-two

Days have passed by and winter had ended. The search for the last surviving sorcerers had nearly four weeks already but still, not a single one was found.

Rio cannot see anything wrong with how they are handling the mission. The elite tracker Lycans are really resourceful but still not good enough to make any progress.

They have gone farther north, search every possible community that might have been their possible hideout. It had always been the same until they have reached the seaside, a dead-end for their search.

It was almost negative forty-seven degrees Celsius, lucky for Rio and the rest of the crew that they have this internal warmth in them so they can withstand this kind of cold weather.

“I believe we are missing something; we have been following possible traces of these people but every time we are we think are so close to finding them, we hit always a dead end.” Leonard may have lost his patience but who could blame hi