Chapter 45 Shadows of Control.

The Hunter’s Association headquarters buzzed with the kind of quiet intensity that only came when plans of grave importance were being laid out. The smell of damp earth and ancient wood filled the dimly lit room, where a large oak table stood at the center. Around it sat the most hardened of the hunters, their faces etched with years of battle and sacrifice. Elias, Elsa’s father, stood at the head of the table, his gaze cold and calculating as he considered the map of Ashwood spread out before him. “Supernatural beings are among us,” Elias began, his voice low but commanding. “We have always known this, but now, with the recent disturbances, it is clear they are becoming bolder. We must root them out before they can cause further damage.” The hunters nodded in agreement, their expressions grim. They were men and women bound by a sacred oath, passed down through generations. To them, the eradication of supernatural creatures was not just a duty but a calling. They had faced creatures