An Impossible Possibility

As their eyes met, not only were Kolun and Xilos nowhere to be seen, but there was not a single person anywhere in the Elf race's hidden sanctuary!

"In such a short time, we've been guarding this place the whole while and never saw the Elf race make any move. How could they leave right under our noses without making a sound?"

Evan furrowed his brows. The moment his gaze fell upon the empty underground space, his pupils involuntarily contracted.

"Impossible? What's impossible about it? Isn't the most impossible thing happening right before your eyes now?"

Logan's expression was grave.

"Judging by the lingering aura, they left more than four hours ago. It also looks as if they suddenly vanished, right here."

One of the Dragonmen had one eye clouded over, leaving him able to see through only the other.

He looked at Evan, then at Logan, and pointed to an empty patch of ground three steps in front of him.

"Vanished?"

With a scoff, Logan raised his eyes, a glint of disdain flashing within them as though he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He slowly stepped forward, and countless tiny rays of light suddenly bloomed across the skin of his body.

The light was incredibly faint, nearly impossible to discern. Yet upon coming into contact with certain things in the surrounding air, it gathered of its own accord before flying toward the direction the Dragonman had pointed to.

In an instant, Logan's expression changed.

He had been particularly contemptuous of that Dragonman's words and refused to believe those Elves could vanish into thin air. Yet after conducting a subtle investigation himself, he found that it was indeed true.

"Four hours... Even if they used a spatial artifact, there should at least be some residual aura. Or