In the treeless area of the forest.
A big cloud made of black smoke created a death zone twenty meters large.
At some point, the wind blew and forcefully carried the dark cloud along with it.
On the ground, an almost naked middle-aged man looked in the direction of Ebonrest city.
There was only one wound on his body, a small cut on his shoulder, but it was already healing at high speed.
Two hooded men arrived in the place and looked at the messy scene.
The ground was leveled and no trace of life remained in that area.
One of them spoke toward the naked man.
"Lord Abel wh-"
However, before he could finish his sentence, a wind slash passed right on the side of his cheek creating a small cut on it.
Abel turned and scolded the other bandit.
"Never use our real names in this mission! I'm Number Three!"
Both the bandits bowed asking for forgiveness while Abel simply waved his hand in irritation.
"Number Three did you catch him?"
