Chapter 237: The Cocoon of Shadows

**Mary’s POV** The Soul Sparrow had returned, carrying grim tidings. Its message confirmed our worst fears: Thelma Zane had suffered severe injuries, and the entire squadron had transformed into mutated wolves. Tied to the bird’s claws was a strip of enchanted paper. The once-ordinary parchment had turned a haunting shade of black and purple, signifying the malevolent power it had absorbed. This was no gathering of devout believers but rather a congregation of fanatical demon worshippers. Dorothy had kept the Soul Sparrow at a safe distance to avoid detection, which unfortunately meant she couldn’t hear anything. Despite the limited intelligence, the situation was clear: this was no ordinary threat. The devil’s seal we had scoured for in vain had manifested itself. Though there was no concrete evidence yet, it was evident that this group of cultists had been drawn to a specific location. Why else would they venture into the treacherous Rocky Mountains for their unholy rituals?