C119 CHAPTER119

On the third day of the Autumn Hunt, Devon was roused from sleep by the Black Feather Eagle. The majestic bird was fixated on the west, its wings beating urgently—a clear sign of danger and the presence of a formidable force.

Piace approached and called up to him, "Did you sense it too, Your Highness?"

Sense it? What exactly?

Devon was momentarily perplexed.

Noticing Devon's silence