As the mutated Getrassi launched a fierce charge like cavalry.
Outside the light path illuminated by the 'Little Stars', in the deep night at the edge of the hunting ground, several figures draped in black robes and wearing raven masks silently watched the young hunting team—some were holding notepads recording the Getrassi's reactions, some were measuring magical fluctuations with instruments, and others were using crystal balls to capture every frame of the scene.
Everyone had something to do, except for one short man.
"Why did we just need to replenish the potion?" the short masked raven asked softly to his partner beside him, "I remember that the No. 3 Potion lasts for a solid four hours."
"If you carefully observed the senior's operations, you would have realized that what we replenished wasn't the No. 3 Potion." The companion bit the tip of the feather pen, frowned at the distance, then looked at the content on his notepad, and answered impatiently.
