In the pitch-dark forest, only a few slivers of moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, spilling onto the ground.
Gray rode alone, galloping at full speed. Andrew led a large group of mercenaries, close on his heels.
"Where's that woman? Why is the Holy Knight alone?"
"The two junior knights are gone too."
"Who cares! Our mission is him, and him alone!"
As they sped onward, the mercenaries muttered and bickered among themselves.
Soon, Gray's figure vanished into the darkness ahead.
Left with no other choice, Andrew raised one hand and conjured a triangular green marker in his palm, pointing forward. It was his tool for tracking Gray.
However, the green marker was gradually dimming, indicating that Gray's distance from them was increasing rapidly.
There was no alternative. Gray's horse was far too fast. Andrew had to cast the Gale Technique on his own horse, pulling further away from the group of mercenaries behind him.
