The three attackers were carefully climbing the mountain, dragging Logan behind them step by step.
The mountain wasn't very steep, but the path they had chosen was extremely narrow.
The leader was at the front, followed by the air mage who was pulling Logan, and at the very back was the fire mage.
Logan was moving with a tired, broken body—but his mind was still sharp, like a vulture circling above its prey.
He was waiting…
Waiting for the perfect chance to strike and escape.
And then the moment finally came….
The fire mage who was walking at the back slipped slightly on a steep ledge. Logan didn't miss the beat. The air mage who was walking in front of him also started adjusting his grip on his blades right at that exact moment.
"That's it. It's now or never."
Logan sprang into action as internal energy flared through his muscles. His arms tensed and with a violent jerk as he tore the bindings apart.
"What—?!" The fire mage walking at the back noticed it.
