Outside the Hunting Ground.
Downstream of the Silent River surrounding the Hunting Ground, by a secluded water bay.
A lean warlock standing on the shore suddenly turned his head, his vacant gaze directed towards the Hunting Ground, his expression a bit stern. He wore a black robe, his face delicate, with deep brown hair underneath the hood, streaked with gray, looking prematurely aged.
His companion immediately noticed the warlock's actions.
"Amber, did you discover something?" a short and stout warlock asked in a low voice, extending his hand from wide sleeves, fingers spread, adorned with rings of various colors.
At this moment, the gemstones on those rings were emitting a faint cold light.
"Over there," the diviner of the Ouroboros hunting team gestured faintly, pointing towards the direction of the Hunting Ground: "There are very conspicuous cause and effect lines entangled... a very intense magical fluctuation just broke out."
