"Are we not going to chase him down?"
"We can't catch up to him easily, and powerful livings are going to cross his path soon, we better get the main plan going- And besides, I can't take off after him anyways"
"What do you mean, Frenand? You might be slower in terms of raw speed, but you can maintain your momentum in corners and tighter areas, the living wouldn't be able to do the same"
"I mean in a literal sense" the lieutenant raised his hands, and the small movement caused his gauntlets to fall apart, particles of gold emanating from the bones of his hands, small cracks forming all over the white surface.
"I see, General Loimos was right, that gold is dangerous, even with your high resistance to mana, it managed to infest you with just a few blows" Erestel commented, walking up to his fellow to observe the damage.
"To do this to a pair of hands… Truly barbaric"
