The Vastness of Magical Destiny

"Princess Finitz, we have sincerely invited you to be our guest. Why are you avoiding us like this?" The four pursuers failed to notice Komer, who had cast a spell of invisibility with air magic, drawing ever nearer; they were completely captivated by the prey before them.

They never considered that anyone could keep up with their pace, whether knight or mage, especially in the undulating hills and shrubbery where the chance of a successful pursuit was nearly zero, particularly since the four of them were trackers trained in the Ascension Technique of wind magic.

At a distance of thirty meters from the four pursuers, Komer didn’t dare to approach any closer; he could already feel the intense magic breath emanating from the four in a semi-circular formation.

These four guys must be magic practitioners, and even though their wide, black robes cloaked their figures, Komer noticed that these individuals were no mere ordinary cultivators; their identity was certainly not simple.

The Elf Thief encircled in the middle was no stranger to these four men; ever since his escape, they had clung to him like persistent parasites. Despite both belonging to the Elf Clan, and though they were Dark Elves, they did not dare to be too presumptuous on Mortal territory and just kept a close eye on him.

But this time, it seemed he had made some errors; hoping to leverage the wilderness terrain to escape, he had not expected these four to be so adept at tracking, cornering him to the edge of this cliff. It seemed he was unlikely to avoid capture.

"I don’t know why you Dark Elves are after me. Our Forest Elves have nothing to do with you. Aren’t you afraid of retaliation from our Forest Elves if you trouble me like this?"

The cornered Elf Thief, with no way out, tensed up, preparing to break free from the encirclement at any moment. The four pursuers, aware of their opponent’s capabilities in this regard, hunched their bodies, ready to strike with a deadly blow.