Dorlen Baztre could see blades of swords flying around him. Sometimes he felt that there was only one, but at the same time, he felt that there were thousands of swords chasing him. He didn't know and didn't understand what was happening, just running around in fear like prey hunted by a wild predator.
Away from him, Ariaster fell on his stomach on the ground. A young man sat on top of him. The young man had dark blue hair, was neatly dressed and didn't look very strong, but no matter how hard Ariaster tried, he couldn't get up from his crushed position.
Beside him stood Caprice, who sighed while wiping his short sword. "It's been half an hour. Are they still not satisfied with playing chase with that lowly animal?" Caprice asked.
