Unfortunately for Lancel, the lead ended there.
Within the time he had, there was no realistic way to track them down. The trail had already gone cold, and the only thing left was a vague promise tied to a shipment three days from now.
Lancel let out a heavy breath, growing anxious every passing second.
There was no way ordinary humans could overpower witches. That much was common sense. And yet, for the past few days, there hadn't been a single trace of Faust and Fiore.
Whatever had happened to them, it was clear those mercenaries had the means to subdue them.
That meant that these days, it wasn't just the Leviathan Group that had the means to combat witches.
But today was the day.
Cargo ships, both small and large, had gathered around the port, lining the docks as crews moved in a constant flow between loading and departure.
