No, it wasn't that he vanished.
Azel simply moved so fast it looked like he had teleported.
Even Gerome's sharp eyes failed to follow the blur that was Azel.
His figure was a streak of blue aura darting past the trees in the way and into the chaos of the forested road.
Lorraine gasped audibly behind him, her fingers clutching the edge of her dress so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She felt guilty that she had to let the man who hired them fight like this, besides if she couldn't do this… how did she hope to return home to take revenge on her aunt?
Was she always going to remain this weak?
Azel was oblivious to her thoughts as he rushed forth.
For a brief, silent second, everything froze.
Then his aura sense erupted outward like an explosion of invisible pressure.
He could see them — five archers hidden among the trees.
From the subtle pull of their muscles and the faint creak of bowstrings, he knew their arrows were drawn and ready to fire.
