Half a day later.
The high-tier priestess Siriel, riding on the giant dark spider, looked once again at the small black spider in her hand, her brows furrowing as she said, "Although we've gotten much closer to the target, they're retreating very quickly."
This puzzled Siriel, as if the target knew they would come after them, but she's certain that the little contraption made by their legendary mistress Lorina couldn't possibly be detected by the target.
"Can't catch up?" Upon hearing Siriel's words, the guard captain Narrell also knitted his brows.
The two are in it together now; if they can't capture or eliminate the target, they won't be able to account to their mistress, and they will definitely be punished upon return.
This consequence is rather serious.
"Less than a fifty percent chance. If I haven't judged wrong, they should be heading towards the ancient Moritan passage. I suggest we take the underground path and block them before they enter the passage."
