Roy, disguised as Aisling, headed north. He deliberately walked slowly, and just as Roy had expected, not long after leaving the forest, several dark figures appeared on the plains behind him, following from a distance as they vanished and reappeared.
"Good. Come catch me."
Seeing that they had taken the bait, Roy's lips curled up slightly. The mission was not completely finished yet. He had to draw their main force over entirely and lure as many enemies north as possible.
To that end, Roy deliberately quickened his pace, putting on the appearance of someone afraid of being hunted down as he jogged north in panic.
Naturally, that speed could not shake off the dark figures following him, and Roy had never intended to lose them anyway. The black-clad men used Apparition to trail the fleeing Roy at an unhurried distance. They did not seem to be in any rush to attack. Clearly, they had already sent out word. It would not be long before the main force sent to capture Roy arrived.
Roy walked for who knew how long, until the lush forest behind him had completely disappeared from view. Only then did he stop.
The dark figures that had been following at a distance also stopped. Rather than immediately attacking the halted Aisling, they slowly closed in on Roy in the distance like a pack of wolves hunting prey.
"The target has stopped. Location..."
One of the black-clad men pulled a communication device from his pocket and was about to report the location to the others preparing to encircle them when a spell from behind slammed into his back. He fell to the ground at once.
The others were stunned. They abruptly turned around and discovered, to their shock, that Aisling, whom they had followed all the way, had