Angele accompanied Stigma from behind as they ran along the plains at their fastest pace.
The cold gusts coming from the Abyss Canyon continued to brush across their face.
"What do you have in mind?"
While running, Stigma constantly surveyed the surroundings, as if he was searching for someplace.
"Well, we need to find a better place. You have seen how those servants of the shadow lord fight. Do not let them draw too close to you. Those people have a screw loose. They will sacrifice themselves just to kill their enemy."
"Seriously?" Angele squinted his eyes. "Wizards often try to desperately survive in battles, though. If those wizards really have no regards with their own lives, this will be a tough fight."
"That is how they almost killed me and my master. If not for the huge stock of high-quality healing potions, we would already be dead now." Stigma sighed. "Well then, this place should be good enough."
