Warlock Ch 390. Manaless Commander [Part 3]
The mercs weren't faring much better. Their ranks had been cut down to four now—one crushed by falling rubble, another vaporized in the initial blast. The others moved like ghosts, darting through alleys and over rooftops, scanning, tracking, coordinating—but nothing stuck. Every time they thought they saw their attacker, he vanished. No sound. No aura.
Only fear.
"What is this?" the flame-user cursed, hurling another wide-range blast toward the shadows. "He's not just cloaked—he's baiting us!"
"I know!" Ryven barked, slapping another crystal into his side pouch. "But he's not invincible! I hit him before. That means he bleeds."
"And if he bleeds—"
"We can kill him," Ryven finished.
But no one said it with confidence.
They regrouped in a circular formation, backs to each other, in the center of the fractured courtyard. The torches of truth still flickered weakly at the corners, barely holding the fog at bay.
