A few kilometers ahead of Vicente's group, seven individuals, six of them a little further back and one of them in front, were blocking the way.
Around them, the surrounding water floated and trembled on the ground, while their bodies gave off a bluish glow and were also somewhat transparent.
They resembled humans, but had body motes reminiscent of fairies, with diminutive size and various crystal-like structures scattered around their bodies—on their hands, foreheads, elbows, and knees.
They wore pale clothes that seemed to be made of plants and had extremely strong auras, the kind that felt like you would drown just by standing against them, even far from any body of water.
"Water Elementals," said the elf as he formed an ugly expression on his face, looking specifically at the elemental warrior furthest ahead of the group on their path, a 3-Star Grand Magus.
"Is there any chance that this is a trap?" Vicente asked as the group's carriages slowed down.
