Aizel scanned his surroundings and heightened his senses, detecting a group of people fleeing into the nearby forest.
He thought no further and charged straight at them with his lightning magic at full speed.
In mere minutes, he had caught up to the group.
As Aizel approached the group, they immediately noticed him and prepared themselves for any danger, drawing their weapons.
He focused his attention on the center of the group and noticed a person who was limping, missing a hand, and receiving support from a group of female archers.
"So, you really didn't die, David?" Aizel spoke.
"We meet again, Aizel. It seems fate always brings us back," David replied.
Aizel surveyed the group, taking note of their numbers and weapons. There were around 30 to 40 of them, a mix of hunters and mages, all poised to attack him at the slightest provocation.
Despite this, his attention was drawn to the staff and the crystal in David's hands.
