Target lost!
Target lost!
...
Orson's eyes narrowed. Riding atop the Crimson Lizard King, he gave chase for over ten kilometers, but Aetrexa vanished completely after two consecutive space jumps, slipping free of Mirror of Folding's tracking.
"She disappeared? That's... unlikely." He frowned. With Mirror of Folding doubling his range, even an elite like her shouldn't have escaped this easily.
Celestial Vision—activated.
Orson swept the entire hundred-kilometer radius, only to see scattered remnants of the Empire's broken army. A massive Holy Silver Dragon had vanished into thin air, with Aetrexa on its back.
Thinking carefully, he realized this was probably the effect of the ancient divine item Usher had warned about. Otherwise, he would've gladly made sure Aetrexa never left this battlefield alive.
In Orson's eyes, any NPC who couldn't be used by Trialists was a ticking time bomb. Better to eliminate the threat than leave it festering.
Roar!!
