Arora, the first to regain her composure, responded to Raydon's question with a parched voice. "Yes."
Raydon acknowledged her answer, his voice filled with tenacity. "Good. I will be waiting for you there." Uttering those resolute words, he harnessed the meager amount of mana he had managed to regenerate, unleashing his Shadow Passage skill and vanishing into a swirling vortex of black smoke.
Raydon was aware that relying solely on his berserker technique and pushing his body to its new limits would not be sufficient for him to accomplish his goal of reaching the destination he had set for himself. In order to claim his kill, he had to make the most of his mana and try to catch up to the 10-person team as quickly as he could.
The intense heat and discomfort that had been radiated from Raydon dissipated as soon as he was no longer there, leaving the battle maids to stand there in silence while they gasped for air.
