Dante tossed the pebble and grabbed it. He imbued the pebble with a lot of mana carefully. The process was smooth. It had to. Otherwise, the pebble would be broken into pieces by his mana.
After that, he threw it in the second archer's direction. At the same time, he covered his face with a black book.
The book melted and latched onto his face, it morphed and transformed into a mask.
He sighed and immediately dashed toward the first archer.
According to his observation, the archers had some kind of tracking skill.
He didn't know what he used to track him but mana was the only thing that came to his mind.
'My mana reserve is about 45 percent left. I spend too much time observing my enemies.'
Dante remarked to himself.
'Focus. Focus.' He reminded himself, bringing out his attention on the current situation.
'Huh! Why doesn't he fire the arrow?' Dante was puzzled but he wasn't surprised.
He suspected this reaction from the archer but it was kind of disappointing.
