In the border city shrouded in thick fog, devastating magic tore apart the silence of the night. Fire, frost, lightning, Arcane Missile—these powerful spells bombarded the slope behind them like the concentrated firepower of a small army. Amid the unceasing explosions, the tall, thin "messengers" and the "Shadow Dwellers" filled with black smoke were torn apart again and again, only to reappear again and again.
Modir Wilde's powerful magic could destroy houses and burn streets to ash, but against these bizarre enemies... it seemed capable only of driving them off temporarily.
"Are we seriously supposed to keep running like this?!" Wasp finally shouted. "Why does it feel like the enemies chasing us aren't decreasing at all?!"
"Shadow Dwellers are like that! The 'physical forms' they display aren't physical at all—they're merely projections formed within a shadowy environment. Ordinary attacks can only 'disrupt' them," Modir shouted without looking back as he ran, his stamina leaving the two agents deeply shocked. "It takes very complicated methods to deal with Shadow Dwellers permanently, but I didn't bring any spellcasting material—so all we can do now is run!"
"How long are we supposed to run?!" Night Owl shouted. He looked at the road stretching endlessly through the fog. Beyond one slope lay streets and alleys, beyond those streets and alleys lay another slope. This border city seemed to have no end at all. The boundless fog and the unkillable enemies made him feel a little desperate. "Does it never end?"
"We should leave their hunting range soon—Shadow Dwellers don't chase enemies indefinitely. They each have a fixed range of activity and a wandering 'target.' No matter what happens, they won't stray too far from that area," Modir called back. "Trust me, I have experience with this! Though I don't know where that experience came