They wondered if someone was approaching, but how could that be possible? With their strength, they could instantly detect the slightest rustle in the wind. How could anyone sneak up on them? Even so, after hearing the vice-captain's warning, the group couldn't help but turn to scan their surroundings.
In the next moment, their expressions shifted in unison. They stared fixedly at a figure slowly approaching from a distance.
It was a silver-haired youth, his eyes covered by a black blindfold, holding a pair of Long Swords as he walked toward them. Despite the shrinking distance between them, none of them had sensed his presence before this very moment. As he moved, every rustling leaf and gust of wind seemed to be swallowed by an inexplicable force. There was no sound, nor any fluctuation of an aura.
