Extermination (11)

Ang, disguised as "Leon," staggered through the forest, every step seeming to drain all the strength from his body.

His face was twisted, his body swayed, and he was covered in burn marks, as if he had just clawed his way out of a flaming hell.

When he stepped into a patch of low bushes, a faint ripple of magic quietly spread beneath his feet.

Ang's heart tightened—an alarm spell.

This meant he had entered the edge of the Black Magic Society's stronghold.

Without hesitation, he collapsed where he stood, lowering his body into the bushes. He quietly cast a sleep spell on himself, carefully controlling his magical fluctuations and breathing rhythm, leaving behind only the illusion of someone on the verge of death.

Not long after, a faint rush of wind came from above.

Two figures swept over the forest on Magic Brooms.

Pale blue magical light floated beneath the Magic Brooms, holding their bodies aloft.

The one in front was a tall, thin mage with a cold expression. The other wore a gray mage's robe and looked cautious.

"Another Magical Beast triggering the alarm array, right? This has practically become routine lately." The tall, thin mage muttered impatiently.

"We need to confirm it no matter what," the gray-robed mage said gravely. "Don't forget, two Level 3 Magical Beasts got in last time because of carelessness. They caused quite a bit of damage."

The tall, thin mage reluctantly led the way, scanning the bushes ahead.

He had only intended to go through the motions, but when his gaze casually swept over a gap hidden by dense branches and leaves, he suddenly froze.

"Wait! There's someone over there!" His tone abruptly turned tense.

The two quickly descended from their brooms and approached carefully, step by step.

On the ground, the