Boom!
Vast quantities of gray mana surged from the ground. Two magic type combatants simultaneously released binding skills, causing layer after layer of metallic mana to form a net that rapidly covered an area dozens of meters wide.
The other five infiltrators cut in from different directions.
They knew approaching Gabriel alone was equivalent to throwing their lives away, so every attack was intended solely to restrict his movement and buy time for the captain.
But they had overlooked one fact. This was neither a city nor an underground trading hall; it was the Sacred Forest, which Edgar knew better than anywhere else.
Matthew lay several meters behind him, his broken legs immobilized in a cradle of vines and his damaged chest carefully supported. The unconscious infiltrator from the previous clash was bound to a nearby trunk.
"Duck." Edgar's voice suddenly rang out.
Gabriel did not hesitate. His body instantly lowered.
In the next second...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
