Chapter 374: The Crystal Bottle and the Golden Bowl

**Thelma Zane’s Point of View:** Before the culprit behind the attack on the capital could be apprehended, the elves had already enforced strict martial law. By eight o’clock each evening, the streets and alleys of the western city-states and surrounding regions fell under curfew, casting an eerie stillness over the already sparsely populated areas. The silence was so profound that it became almost oppressive, a constant reminder of the recent upheaval. Dorothy and Master Hayley had been tirelessly working to track down Azazel’s faction during our journey. Despite their efforts, it seemed Azazel’s group had once again harnessed the power of demons, leaving no discernible trail for us to follow. Though we encountered several sacrificial formations along the way—some dormant and others still active—we made sure to destroy every one of them. So far, the elves had provided little actionable intelligence regarding Azazel’s movements. Their focus seemed to be entirely inward, consumed by