The blood splashed on the grass, painting it crimson red, as the lifeless beheaded body fell backward.
The pale faces of the three remaining conscious attackers watched the carcass of their companion, abandoned on top of the ground.
This moment of insecurity gave Hans a chance to escape by creating a {mana barrier} and letting the force of impact send him flying away from the three melee fighters.
The leader especially looked petrified.
'He… died?
Died? Did he die? What?! There's no way! No way right?! How did he die?! How is it possible?! How?! How?! How?!
We are a special force, it has been more than one year since our creation, and in this single year, we have defeated many powerful opponents, ranging from rich and famous awakened, to secluded and devoted magicians.
We have more than once crossed paths with sixth-tier mages, and have killed a handful of them, but how is it possible for us to be losing so badly?
