Chapter 207 Formed Pact
- "How did he find out?" Art mumbled while chewing on a fruit. Garron had seen right through him before leaving—clearly, a man who'd dealt with plenty of children and teenagers in his life.
- Night had fallen, and the synchronized chorus of insects performed a gentle orchestral hum across the forest.
- Art was currently lying on the thick branch of a large tree, his gaze fixed on the dark sky overhead.