Stripped City Adra: Reversal Upon Reversal

"Pant, pant—"

Cedric watched the trees behind him race past. The relentless motion was like a videotape playing at high speed, and combined with the violent jolting, it nearly made him vomit up the dinner he had eaten last night.

But there was no need to think about that now. Something far more important was right in front of him.

"Urgh..."

He had just opened his mouth to speak when his stomach churned violently. He barely managed to suppress it.

"If what you're going to say concerns Glanid Ashborn, then I would suggest a strategic retreat. We are no match for him right now."

Mina spoke calmly. She moved through the dense forest like a cat; even while carrying a man as large as Cedric, she remained as agile as ever.

Cedric frowned, wanting to speak but stopping himself.

It was not as though he knew nothing about that brother of his. Yet every investigation report had described him as an utterly ordinary person, someone with no talent for magecraft.

Still, he had heard something truly explosive. He had never expected that old man to be so wild. You really couldn't judge a book by its cover.

Lanidid tilted his head and shot Sedwick a glance, then let out a snort as though he had heard some amusing joke.

He muttered under his breath, then controlled the Spirit Hands to lift Sedwick up, intending to snap his neck cleanly.

Suddenly, immense terror engulfed his heart, winding around it like a venomous snake.

"Surprised? From your perspective, you did kill me completely. But that was merely one part of the plan."

"Y-you're still alive... Gerwen."

"I didn't expect this little rat to be so good at running. But no matter how far you run, you can't escape the cage."

"Enough—!"

Suddenly,