Mark stood on the edge of the cliff, the wind whistling across his face and ruffling his hair. His heartbeat was beating wildly in his chest, like a wild animal trying to break free from a cage. The pursuer repeated his request again in a strange language, and pointed his spear at the energy stone fragment on Mark's chest, and then pointed at himself. Mark frowned, carefully observing the pursuer's movements and expressions, trying to understand what he meant.
Seeing Mark's confused face, the pursuer repeated the previous action again, with a more urgent tone, and the hand pointing the spear at the fragment was more forceful, as if emphasizing something. He paced back and forth anxiously, his black robe dragging on the ground with his movements, making a "rustling" sound, and the small stones under his feet were kicked away and rolled down to the edge of the cliff.
The wind on the cliff was very strong, whistling across the faces of the two, ruffling Mark's hair, and also blowing the pursuer's robe rustling. Under the cliff is a bottomless abyss, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the scene at the bottom cannot be seen clearly. Only the whistling wind comes from the abyss, making people feel dizzy. Several unknown birds circled on the cliff, making sharp chirping sounds, adding a touch of weirdness to the tense atmosphere.
Mark's eyes moved back and forth between the pursuer and the energy stone fragments. Suddenly, he understood what the pursuer meant - he wanted him to hand over the energy stone fragments. Realizing this, Mark's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He knew the importance of the energy stone fragments. He subconsciously covered the fragments on his chest with his hands, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes.
Mark pretended to agree, slowly stretched his hand to his chest, and pretended to take out the fragments. He lowered his head slightly, but the corner of his eyes was always observing the pursuer's reaction. Seeing this, the pursuer really stopped, his eyes were fixed on Mark's chest, and the spear in his hand also drooped slightly, as if he relaxed his vigilance. The pursuer's eyes flashed with greed, and his breathing became rapid, as if he had seen the scene of himself getting the energy stone fragments.
Just when the pursuer's attention was completely focused on his chest, Mark turned around suddenly, jumped up, and jumped off the cliff. His movements were as fast as lightning, and the pursuer had no time to react.
"Ah!" The pursuer exclaimed and immediately rushed to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The strong wind blew his robes and his black hat was almost blown off. He quickly reached out to hold the hat, his eyes full of shock and anger.
As Mark fell, he caught a glimpse of a thick branch sticking out of the cliff wall. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and reached out to grab the branch to slow down his fall. His body was suspended in the air, shaking violently, and the wind whistled past his ears, as if it was going to swallow him.
The pursuer saw Mark grab the branch, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He raised his spear without hesitation, aimed at Mark, and prepared to attack again. The tip of the spear flashed with a faint blue light, and energy fluctuations spread in the air, making people feel a strong sense of oppression.
Mark saw this and knew that something was wrong. He made a quick decision, quickly let go of the branch, and his body fell down again. The energy beam shot by the pursuer missed and hit the cliff wall. With a loud "bang", a big pit was blown out. Gravel and dust fell like raindrops, leaving a charred mark on the cliff wall, with wisps of green smoke.
Mark continued to fall down, his figure became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared in the misty abyss. The pursuer stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the direction where Mark disappeared, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. He stomped his feet hard, let out a low roar, then turned and left the cliff edge, disappearing into the dense woods.
"Damn it!" The pursuer cursed and punched the rock beside him hard, and cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the rock. He pulled off his hat irritably, revealing his messy black short hair, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. The pursuer walked to the edge of the cliff again and looked down. The thick fog filled the valley and he could not see anything. He squinted his eyes and carefully observed the cliffs, trying to find other footholds that Mark might have grabbed, but he found nothing except bare rocks and some low bushes.
"Did he really fall to death?" The pursuer whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt and uncertainty in his tone. He thought of the importance of the energy stone fragments. If Mark was really dead, wouldn't the fragments also fall into the bottomless canyon? A feeling of annoyance rose in the pursuer's heart. He wanted to capture Mark alive and force him to tell the whereabouts of other fragments, but now he failed.
"Leader, do we still want to continue chasing?" A guard in a black uniform came out of the woods and asked cautiously.
The pursuer looked back at the guard, his eyes sharp, and said in a cold tone: "Of course we have to chase! Suddenly, three energies similar to the holy stones appeared. This is a matter of great importance and there must be no mistakes! Two people go down and search along the cliff. The others follow me. Let's go to the bottom of the canyon to have a look!"
"Yes!" The guard immediately responded, and then turned to convey the order to the other guards.
The two guards quickly came to the edge of the cliff, took out ropes and climbing tools, and prepared to search down along the cliff. The other guards followed the pursuer and walked along the rugged mountain road to the bottom of the canyon.
At the bottom of the canyon, the fog was thick, the light was dim, and there was a damp smell in the air. The rushing river roared at the bottom of the canyon, making a deafening roar. The pursuer led the guards to search along the river bank, occasionally pushing aside the dense bushes and carefully checking the traces on the ground.
"Leader, look!" A guard pointed to a rock not far ahead and shouted.
The pursuer walked forward quickly and saw a piece of cloth stained with blood on the rock. The material of the cloth was the same as Mark's clothes.
The pursuer picked up the cloth and observed it carefully, frowning. He put the cloth to his nose and smelled it, and a faint smell of blood came to his nose.
"It seems that he is not dead yet." The pursuer whispered, with a hint of excitement and a hint of coldness in his tone.
"Leader, what should we do now?" asked the guard.
The pursuer looked around and his eyes fell on the rushing river. "Search along the river, he must be nearby!" The pursuer said firmly, and then took the lead to walk downstream along the river.