Logan soared through the sky with his flame wings, still unable to actually fly with them but gliding was no longer a problem.
'I've just doomed them,' he thought, clenching his jaw. 'Now I just need to get out of here.'
He glanced back at the forest and saw several massive trees shaking as the loud roars echoed through the air.
'Are those… Treants?' he thought, eyes wide. 'They were this close the entire time?!'
Gritting his teeth, he shook his head. 'They put this on themselves.'
Even Logan hadn't expected this as there hadn't been a single mention of Treants in the dungeon report.
They might've been B-ranks, but he never expected them to be completely invisible to his mana sight either.
Feeling his wings grow unstable, Logan shook his head and quickly looked in front of him again.
'Concentrate,' he thought, closing his eyes for a second to calm his emotions.
