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Just as Ronan Grimwell tried to flee, the most powerful of the group prepared themselves and ran after him so as not to lose sight of him. At the same time, several of them sought to attack him from the front, as he appeared to be fleeing with an additional person.

They planned to grab him at that moment to avoid trouble. Even so, when they tried to grab him, their hands could only grasp at the air and clothes left in their hands, leaving them stunned.

"What?"

At the same time, the leader of them felt something crossing near him, so he moved his body to the side and launched a powerful cursed energy attack, charged with much of his power, towards that place.

But it was too dark in the place where he hit, so although he felt that his attack hit something, he could not even see a trace before everything returned to silence.

"What the hell just happened?" He exclaimed, astonished, and looked at his companions.

"Where is that bastard?" He asked, but no one knew how to answer him.

"This... This is the first time someone has run away from us in such a simple way. Where did he run to? Can anyone sense him?" One of the group asked and looked specifically at the one in charge of that, but he shook his head in frustration.

The look on his face told him that such a thing was impossible. Was it an illusion what they saw?

But they are experienced people. They're not going to lose their temper over something like that. Their targets had already eluded them, and they eventually achieved them. They were confident that this time, it would be the same.

As an experienced group, the first thing they did was talk to each other.

"How come you didn't manage to put your mark on any of them? There were two of them. Were they that fast?" the leader asked, approaching one of the groups, the one in charge of search and spy missions.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He had a great ability to put marks on his rivals, making it impossible for them to escape, since he could feel them wherever they were and it was not a difficult mark to put, in fact, he only needed to touch the person, either with his energy or with his body.

So the leader was puzzled, but the man was too stunned to answer him quickly, so he had to shake him several times before he reacted.

And in doing so, he felt embarrassed.

"I... I can't feel them. I'm sure I put several marks on one of them, so I wasn't too worried, but suddenly, when they disappeared, so did the mark I put on him. What the hell? Is Ronan Grimwell that good? I never thought that a simple person like him could neutralize my marks, which even the leader can't do." He revealed.

At his words, the leader felt even more stunned. "They disappeared from perception but also neutralized the tracking marks..." He repeated himself repeatedly, trying to understand what had happened, but in the end, he ended up seeing the group's brains.

"Zach, what just happened?" he asked, ignoring everything that was going on behind him, where the carnage had been unleashed one-sidedly, as Ronan's and Leferum's subordinates fell into tremendous chaos as they watched them disappear and die, respectively.

Zach was already thinking about it as he looked at the street where they last saw those people. It was a totally darkened street. Although it was about to dawn, the sun was not yet up, and thanks to the houses in the surroundings, the darkness on that street was scary.

As he looked at it, a possibility suddenly occurred to him. He looked at every part of the street carefully, then looked at the nearby houses and finally found what he was looking for.

"...We are up against a cunning person." He sighed after saying it, looking a bit resigned.

"What do you mean?"

"We fell into a foolish trap because we relied too much on Anhal's marks."

"Foolish trap?"

"Yes." He finally looked at the leader. "He escaped by using darkness, hiding places, and nearby lonely houses to play with our vision. To do so, he needed to stun several of us, so, after leaving his clothes behind, he let himself be hit to use the momentum of the impact to quickly get to the desired location, that hiding place." He pointed to the spot he believed had been used.

It was a small hiding place between a house, a wall, and the road.

"When he got there, he neutralized the mark in his body, stunning several others, adding to the fact that we trusted in the mark so much that we thought if Anhal had succeeded, he was done. Until your question, he was still on this street, but now... I'm afraid we're screwed." Zach smiled in frustration.

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At least that's what he believed had happened, and he had his own basis for believing it. But that kind of detailed, problem-ridden strategy couldn't work just because.

The leader knew that.

"That plan contemplates everything being made perfect. Are you sure he escaped like that?"

"Well, I can't be 100% sure of something I didn't see, but there's a 70% chance. I don't know if it's enough for you to activate countermeasures."

The leader frowned. '70%... That's quite a lot, but it's still not enough.' For a moment, he was frustrated and looked around, trying to find a different answer to what Zach had said, but sighed.

"Activate basic level countermeasures; we don't want to draw attention to ourselves. It's not the time yet. I'll talk to Miss Sua to see if we can run this issue past the leader's table or get it to the Great Leader so we can decide what else to do. Even so, two of you will go to Ronan Grimwell's Territory and closely monitor everything that happens there. He is no fool; he won't want to go back there for now, but if any moves happen because of his return, we will attack and assassinate him during the night." He spoke. He looked at each of his companions, who smiled.

"He can escape once, but never can't escape twice." They replied in unison, something the Leader approved of, as that was the saying of his group.

Immediately and without even him arranging them, they all knew their respective roles, how many would go to Ronan Grimwell's territory, and which ones would go after him.

They were a specialized and highly trained group for this kind of situation, so it was not the first time they had lost a target. After all, although they are powerful, they are not omnipotent. So it didn't strike them as odd that something like this happened; what struck them as odd was how it happened.

But, as a specialized group, they naturally would not stand idly by after something like that. They immediately began to do their part, and the leader returned with Zach and Anhal to Sua Vinanne's side.

Before returning, they looked at the battle site behind them, grabbed an important corpse, and, after giving some orders to the rest of the people, disappeared from that place.

Sua had been watching the battle from behind, from an abandoned house, but had a good view and protection.

She also had several powerful people around her, though they left the room as soon as they saw Zach, Anhal, and Jason, the Leader, return.

Jason tossed the corpse in his hands to the floor, causing Sua to look up slightly.

After confirming that it wasn't the target, she sighed and took some tea from the glass in her hand as she continued to watch the carnage happening in front of her.

Initially, she didn't open her mouth to speak, and it wasn't until five minutes later that she decided to do so.

"Even with a good spy luring Ronan into the trap, you still failed to catch him."

Jason lowered his head in shame. "Miss Sua, I'm afraid he wasn't alone this time. There were 3 powerful people, with Ronan included. One of them is dead, he was killed with Nithim and poison. The other two escaped and even neutralized Anhal's marks." He explained.

Sua looked once more at the corpse behind, focusing his attention on the neck. "After all, Ronan was a Nithim Twice member. Though we ensured not to grant him too much Nithim, we raised a good assassin with cunning tactics. But that couldn't escape you. Did any of you use Nithim?"

"Me." Anhal was the one who stepped forward to speak and showed the Nithim he had used just before setting his marks. "That's why I think we were outmatched in cunning and perhaps skill. There's no way my marks weren't set when I used the Nithim."

Sua nodded, agreeing with him. "I recently heard that Etherleaf has a new member. They call him the Night Sorcerer, and he wears a mask from time to time, though sometimes he wears night goggles. Apparently, he is a foreigner. Several hours ago, he left for a mission broadcast from behind the curtain and hasn't returned; I wonder if he might have something to do with it."

At his words, those present looked at each other, surprised. "We heard something about him from our spy in Etherleaf. Apparently, he has a few interesting secrets and is a rather powerful Cursed Class Sorcerer." Zach said, suddenly bringing a hand to his chin to think of something.

Just a moment ago, even though he's not very good at looking at or feeling cursed energy, hadn't he felt a little cold when he almost pinked one of the figures?

'Could it be that I felt the cursed energy?' he thought.

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