The Third Chase and Escape

Although letting Little Anvina go on ahead by herself might put her in danger along the way, it was still more feasible than staying here and waiting to die. After all, Little Anvina had lived alone in Silvermoon City, which was overrun with Undead. If she ran into any, she would have her own way of dealing with them.

As he kept reassuring himself of this, he also couldn't stop worrying about Little Anvina. At that moment, Dahl's mind was nowhere near the battle, and Mograine seized the opportunity to inflict several long wounds on him.

The tears in his robe meant it could no longer enhance his magic. Instead, it had become a burden, so Dahl removed the exquisite, elaborate garment without hesitation and tossed it to the ground.

His race's natural traits, combined with years of wearing robes, made Dahl's skin look exceptionally fair. But fair skin didn't mean he was frail. On the contrary, he had seemed especially thin beneath his loose robes, yet once he took them off, his sturdy, well-defined muscles became clear—strong without looking exaggerated.

As he threw away his robe, Dahl pulled the jagged stone from his back and hastily bandaged his wounds. Then he used his staff to flip the robe off the ground and fling it at Mograine.

Dahl chose the perfect moment to throw the robe: just as Mograine charged forward with his sword. The garment immediately blocked Mograine's entire view, forcing him to slow down.

The robe had been inscribed with runes to strengthen its defense, but Ashbringer cut it in half with a single swing. Yet when Mograine sliced through the robe and regained his sight, he discovered that Dahl had already vanished.

Clang!

A staff swept out of nowhere from Mograine's right. Since he held Ashbringer in