Shackler’s choice of hiding spots, the slums of Bergen, were as complex as an ant cave. A stranger would be swallowed by the shadows of the slums if they ever casually wandered through it.

Theo could feel the air weighing on his shoulders as he slipped through the alleys. He saw wine bottles lazily rolling over stains that looked like blood. Whatever it was, Theo ignored it and focused on the situation calmly.

Twenty-five meters, three on the right.

He wasn’t just depending on his senses. He was also relying on Mitra’s earth sensing ability, which she was sharing with him after assimilating with the ground. He could now perceive things that were beyond just Hawkeye’s abilities.

Indeed, there were three thieves whispering just on the other side of the wall. Theo silently stepped closer until he heard harsh whispers.

“I saw it! It was definitely an elf!”

“You’re crazy, Hans. Did you get high again?”

“You’re probably hallucinating. When was the last time you saw...