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"How did they run away!"
The figure standing in the shadows glared intensely at the subordinates kneeling in the illuminated area.
Those invaders at nightfall were clearly easy prey delivered to their doorstep, originally a trap designed for the apprentices. As he watched his prey waltz right in, the figure, having been confident of victory, did not immediately have the various kinds summoned round up the intruders—commanding them also required spiritual energy.
But then, the food that was almost in his mouth suddenly flew away—the little fellow in the group noticed something was wrong, and with a very elegant turn, they started to run away.
By the time he ordered the chase, it was already too late. As the commander on the scene, the figure was furious inside, as he could not understand how the trap that was targeted at apprentices from the start could have gone wrong. How did that whelp manage it?! He noticed them before they even got close?!
