The chase stretched on for hours. Max slipped through the endless forests of the Greenwood Region, his figure invisible as he stalked the three figures flying overhead.
They moved quickly, Victor and his men flying in a straight line with the confidence of people who knew exactly where they were going.
Max, in contrast, darted through the ground below, his feet whispering over leaves and roots, his body flowing between shadows, always careful not to disturb the air with flight mana.
His Three Dimensional Body mapped their every motion above, making sure not a single movement was lost.
The terrain gradually shifted as the forest thinned out. The towering trees grew sparser, replaced by rocky ridges and jagged hills, each one covered in stubborn grass that swayed in the wind. The red tint of the Greenwood Region's skies grew more intense as they drew closer, painting the horizon in the color of blood.
