Above the two, at a vertical distance of several hundred meters, Fable was still searching for Hawkeye's hand through a tree hole. Although his skills were very convenient for rapid transfer, there was a prerequisite: the transferred position must be a place he had previously visited. Otherwise, there was no way to leave a mark. Clearly, the location where Hawkeye's hand fell did not meet this requirement.
He stood on a long tree branch, looking down at another branch below. On the dark brown tree bark, a differently colored spot caught his attention. He calculated the position in his mind, then looked up.
"Could it have fallen?"
In daily life, when small items like pen caps fall to the ground, if you don't keep an eye on them and just rely on the direction of the sound to find them, you might end up with nothing because the cap can bounce away after hitting the ground. Now, it was the same situation with Hawkeye's hand.
"No wonder it took so long and I still couldn't find it…"
