Kapitel 1712: Give it Back!

With the half-machine Atlas strapped to his back, Emery dashed to chase the fleeing Magus, feeling the metallic weight of his friend and the urgency of the pursuit.

Magus Kenzo was a full moon magus with high proficiency in the law of shadow. His mastery not only makes him fast but also makes him nearly impossible to track down. It was like chasing a ghost through the night, a shadow that seemed always just out of reach.

But Emery was undeterred. He had his [wild hunt] innate ability. It allowed him to sense the reeking blood of his target wound, the one Kenzo got from the crash, and even the subtle scent of his sweat of fear. 

The chase was fierce, both relentless and unyielding. Emery's heart pounded in his chest as he gained on Kenzo, fiercely hunting his prey for miles. He could feel Atlas's mechanical eyes on the target, assessing, calculating.

"He's heading to the elf Citadel," Atlas said.