Shattered

The palace's garden.

Horlaika stood under a small tree, Anderson habitually standing in the shadows.

Demon Hunters weren't thieves, but when they hunted, necessary undercover techniques would always halve the work and double the result, branding some habits into his bones and changing it was totally impossible.

The old Demon Hunter stood there silently, glancing over the garden around him.

It was the first time he came to the palace of Edatine.

He was quite satisfied with the arrangements before his eyes, not in terms of aesthetics but in terms of security.

Within his sight, there was not a single tree taller than 3 meters, all were trimmed necessarily.

All it needed was a guard stationed in the watchtower outside the garden, watching over this place, and he would be able to see everything in the garden.