Forest, Rocky Creek.
The Wind Tiger gasped for breath while he spoke spitefully, "Andrew, I recognize you bastard. Heh, you are clever enough to bring two other helpers. If you had arrived alone, I would have absolutely defeated you!"
"Idiot!" The Necromancer named Andrew sneered and diverted his focus back to demonizing the tiger.
The Wind Tiger had given all hope. He merely said, "Andrew, don't be too complacent. Don't think that joining the Syndicate will make you invincible. You are a prisoner of the academy and will be caught by them soon enough! I don't believe that you can defend against a Level-9 spell!"
Andrew merely mumbled coldly, "The academy is in the North. We are currently in the South; they wouldn't give chase all the way here."
