"Chase after them."
The mercenaries immediately pursued as they received the order. At that exact moment, Alaric Von Seraph slammed his foot into the ground and flung something forward.
Boom!
A cloud of sand and dust exploded into the air.
Mixed within the yellow grit was a fine white powder that instantly coated Julian and his men. It filled their hair, clothes, eyes, and mouths in an instant.
"Cough—! What the hell is this?!" someone shouted.
By the time Julian wiped the dust from his eyes and looked up, his heart sank.
The ground ahead was empty.
In the darkness of the night, Zora and the others had already vanished, swallowed by the vast White Mountains. Tracking them now would be like searching for ghosts.
"After them!" Julian spat out the grit in his mouth, his face twisted with fury. "No matter what, you must catch them!"
