Chapter 11: Recuperation
A few miles from the stellar city,
The stellar city for the most part was enveloped by thick dense forests, with several tall hills and valleys along with a few rivers spread out.
Deep within the dense woods, a silver cracked flashed and erupted the next second as a gleaming silver figure was hurled like a projectile, crashing through multiple trees before finally coming to a halt.
Adam struggled to rise, feeling the scant remnants of mana within his core.
"What on earth was that!? Damn old man, did he set off his spell to expell me out of the spati-," he coughed up more blood and halted his speech to retrieve some potions for healing.
'If it weren't for my superior Mastery over space, that minor space storm would've consumed me entirely,' he shuddered at the thought, realizing how narrowly he had escaped death.
'And what caused that explosion from the barrier the old man had placed on that boy—it just detonated. Was it the work of another assassin from a different group?'
Once he had finished healing some of his wounds, Adam stood up and sprinted into the forest—refraining from releasing any mana as he zigzagged in various directions after covering a certain distance.
"I was far too reckless this time; no, this was completely my fault, damn it!," he gritted his teeth as he ran a couple more miles before stopping near a moderately sized mountain among several others.
He extended his mana to check if anyone was trailing him. After scanning in multiple directions, he finally exhaled in relief.
"I really messed up; now I'll have to deal with that annoying jerk's punishment once I get back to base," shaking his head, he pulled out a black bracelet and tapped on it.