"Retreat!!"
The dark elf captain's voice tore through the chaos, he glanced toward his remaining wyverns, poised to issue the final order to escape. But just as he gathered his breath to call them, a chilling scream erupted nearby.
He turned, eyes narrowing in alarm. One of his magus warriors was violently torn apart, his form splitting in a brutal explosion of blood, as though an invisible hand had ripped him asunder. The other elf Magus barely had a moment to register the horror before he was overwhelmed by five human magus, their combined assaults hammering him in relentless attacks.
"Another hidden expert…!" the captain hissed, fury twisting his features.
His eyes darted around, searching for the unseen attacker. But instead of staying to assist his struggling men, a primal instinct took hold, and he made a snap decision. He'd fight another day—today, survival was paramount.
