Atlas dashed through the trees as the Achaemenids appeared on the beach to help the survivors, and Marcia approached them while ensuring he was out of sight. He crouched in a nearby bush, his heart racing, but luck was on his side as they hadn't seen him.
When he spotted the soldiers, they wore eerie devil-looking masks that sent chills down his spine. Their all-black armor looked menacing and foreboding. Seeing them filled him with a sense of dread.
'They're creepy,' he thought; Atlas quickly scanned the closest Immortal who was watching.
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[Level: 349]
[Rank: Expert]
'Better not let them see me; it would be game over if they did,' he mulled before fleeing toward the distant mountains where Tajariyah City was.
