Gren was fully surrounded by his Wind Mana. A vortex of wind appeared in front of him and formed a cone shape. He tried to be as aerodynamic as possible to increase his speed.
Slowly, he was losing Julianne and the others. They still couldn't compare to a real Wind Mage.
"Pie, chase after him!" Julianne ordered.
Pie was a beautiful woman. She had a mischievous expression on her face after hearing Julianne's words.
"Sure, madam!" Pie responded.
Her whole skin arced with strands of purple lightning before she turned into a purple blur that chased after Gren.
As for Gren, he felt a tingle down his spine when he felt the outburst of lightning mana behind him. Despair covered his face. There was a 50/50 chance of him not getting picked by them.
He took a deep breath and swung his staff behind him.
