In the night sky above White Stone City, a pair of invisible eyes scanned the area, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, they found their target.
The invisible eyes quickly descended, locking onto a battle that was part of a chase.
...
Chase, chase, chase...
Actually, the chase had gradually come to an end. Three Level One Wizards from the White Stone Tower, through relentless effort, had successfully cornered the fleeing enemy.
"Snap!"
"Huff—"
Baron stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and with a hint of mockery said to the enemy cornered in a nook, "Run, go on, keep running! I thought we might not be able to catch you. Turns out, you're not as good as I thought. If I had known this, I wouldn't have bothered calling for reinforcements and embarrassing myself."
"Idiot—" The enemy, cornered and halted, responded indifferently after hearing Baron's words, appearing not very tense; in fact... not tense at all.
