A gorgeous, jet-black mare sprinted through the chaotic streets of Yon Augenn, its rider a terrorist commander wearing a white dragon half-mask.
Shye and Shirley preferred to summon their familiars only when necessary, as revealing them at the final moment might turn the tides of battle around, but Shye had no choice but to call upon Zeth immediately for mere travel purposes.
He was already seven minutes late for his rendezvous with Chaos and Tigren.
Unfortunately, the damned WAA agents—and their endless life-saving skills—had delayed him.
If Alexander hadn't suddenly disappeared, things would have gotten even dicier for Hadean Varsa.
Everything seemed to be working against Shye and the old man, as adventurer vigilante groups had somehow anticipated his route.
He was ambushed by a group of two hundred adventurers—each one an adamantite-ranked powerhouse.
A majority of them had greedy looks on their faces.
