Whoosh!
The instant the duration of Slow Fall, the spell that kept her from plummeting to her death, finally ran out, Annie landed safely on the ground, her feet touching down on the thick layer of fallen leaves deep in Pandora's forest with a soft rustle.
Of course, that sound was nothing compared to the tremendous crash and commotion made by those fellows chasing her as they came hurtling down moments ago.
"..."
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She hadn't been hurt at all, but Annie wasn't happy in the slightest.
Seeing that her enemies refused to let up, she pressed her lips together and gripped the holy white Scepter she'd taken from some unfortunate fellow. She watched as the enemies stopped within fifty meters of her and began slowly spreading out, forming a semicircle around her.
Annie saw that there weren't many enemies this time, either. There were only five of them in all, namely:
In the middle at the front was the leader of the fans' Alliance, dressed like the fox spirit matchmaker? But, on closer inspection, several tails could be made out behind her, and she held a magic orb containing a fox spirit. She looked just like some idiot named Ahri whom Annie had run into in Ionia back in the day.
As for the one on her left, that was the Druid who'd luckily escaped with his life a couple of days ago—the one called, what was it, Mengde? He could even turn into an eagle to escape. If Annie hadn't been in a hurry to go watch the excitement back then, she was sure she would've caught up to him and roasted him with a Fireball.
The two-headed dog on the other side—the dog person—was someone Annie didn't recognize at all. She had no idea what his class