The magic crystal cards had temporarily been granted communication functions, so their holders could now send signals to inform others of their circumstances and location. Although no one besides Punk possessed a means of precisely locating spatial coordinates within the Shadow Plane, stating a direction such as "so many degrees southeast, southwest, northeast, or northwest of Andokla Forest" was enough for everyone to find their way there.
After all, once a battle broke out, the violently shocking Law fluctuations would surely be extremely conspicuous in this silent Shadow World.
"I am the 'Plague Box.' I am currently at the edge of the forest, thirty-two degrees, two minutes, and six seconds west of south. I have encountered Ankazan-Flamebrow here. I am fleeing, but he is about to catch me! I need rescue!"
The message displayed on the crystal card seemed exceedingly urgent.
However, the rescuer who received it was not worried in the slightest.
"So that woman ran into the 'Incinerator' again? Just what did she do to get targeted by the River of Fate like this? At this rate, her bad luck might soon rival mine."
Calmly setting down the magic crystal card in his hand, Punk showed no intention of immediately taking action. He even had the leisure to float in place and casually tease his teammate.
It could only be said that the Plague Box had understood her teammates all too well. Though her plea for help was extremely urgent, the Executor members were not anxious at all.
Take Punk, for instance—although the level-thirty Whisper of Destruction was indeed the strongest among the five Hunters, that did not mean this profit-driven Legendary Mage possessed something as kind as a sense of responsibility.
Right now, all he wanted was to capture Owen and return for his reward. If the