At a certain location not far from Elena's camp, Snake and his cronies sat atop trees, surveying them from a distance.
They had been like this for over a month. Trailing after Elena's group, waiting for the right moment to carry out the task Conan gave him.
Unfortunately with their uneven numbers and more than that, an uneven number of experts on both ends, it wasn't an easy task to engage the party.
That is until now.
With Tanya gone, things had taken a favorable turn for the group.
At least, that's how it looked on the surface.
Two things nagged heavily at the back of Snake's mind.
Both related to Max's presence in the group.
He was confused as to why Max's Magic felt like it was constantly getting drained.
Now, this wasn't a fact that could easily be found out about Max, as most Magicians would only detect that Max was devoid of Magic and not notice the slight fluctuations of intense magic that occurred at certain times.
