As River stared at the scorched patch where Kayl had been standing moments ago, a sharp whistling sound cut through the dead forest air. It was fast, sharp—like the sound of something plummeting from an impossible height.
Instinctively, River tilted his head upward. His gaze caught the sight of a massive figure tumbling through the moonlit sky—Kayl.
The leader of the Limo Group slammed into the ground with a sickening boom, the impact shaking the brittle earth. A plume of dust erupted on impact, blanketing the scene in a thick, choking cloud.
River stopped a few steps away, eyes narrowing. "Hmm… was that cracking sounds I heard?"
With a flick of his hand, he channeled a light burst of mana. A controlled gust surged outward, scattering the dust like it was nothing. The view that emerged was enough to confirm his suspicion.
