"Princess Finitz, we have sincerely invited you to be our guest. Why are you avoiding us like this?" The four pursuers failed to notice Komer, who had cast a spell of invisibility with air magic, drawing ever nearer; they were completely captivated by the prey before them.
They never considered that anyone could keep up with their pace, whether knight or mage, especially in the undulating hills and shrubbery where the chance of a successful pursuit was nearly zero, particularly since the four of them were trackers trained in the Ascension Technique of wind magic.
At a distance of thirty meters from the four pursuers, Komer didn't dare to approach any closer; he could already feel the intense magic breath emanating from the four in a semi-circular formation.
These four guys must be magic practitioners, and even though their wide, black robes cloaked their figures, Komer noticed that these individuals were no mere ordinary cultivators; their identity was certainly not simple.
