Next day and the forest had grown quiet—too quiet.
They went deeper, alert just in case monsters jumped them. Vell raised his hand, halting them as his eyes squinted.
"Something's here," he muttered, his voice low.
"I feel it too. We're being watched." Wren said, her mana claws activating.
Before Vell could reply, a sword came flying towards him which he casually caught with two fingers. He threw back in the direction, using the exact amount of force. The enemy then showed up, two on trees while the other two were on the ground.
'hmmm.' He looked at all of them without any reaction but one thing was for sure, they were not ordinary enemies.
Each of the figures wore dark armor, its surface etched with glowing crimson runes that flowed with mana. Their faces were hidden behind sleek black masks, their red eyes glowing menacingly through narrow slits.
