Hooves pounded rhythmically against the muddy ground as Charles made his way toward the sewer outlet. He held down his hat to prevent it from flying away as he squinted at the outlet ahead.0

"Plenty of corpses. Is this where the city guards vanished?" Charles reined in the horse and dismounted swiftly, approaching the sewer outlet cautiously without getting too close to the bodies.0

He observed the shriveled corpses, already bloated from absorbing water, from a distance. The foul stench of rot mixed with the putrid odor of the sewer assailed his nostrils.0

Charles frowned, visibly uncomfortable—but that was the extent of his reaction. Though he looked unreliable at first glance, Charles possessed remarkable willpower. After all, Fang wouldn't have recruited him into the special ops team otherwise.0

After a moment of thought, he flicked his fingers, producing a tarot card from his coat pocket—the Wheel of Fortune, upright. Magic surged through him as he tossed the card lightly into the air. The card dissolved mid-flight into translucent bands of light that scattered outward and spread across the ground.0

The bands of light adhered to the surface of the ground, revealing subtle clues that would have...0