Bab 1185: King’s Hand- Garos Renar

"Um… see you on the battlefield."

Gregory said to Hansen's side before looking at the elf infiltrators standing behind him.

"Let's move, my young soldiers. Our mission ends here."

Gregory and his subordinates were about to leave the arena. And they hoped nobody would stop them– an unrealistic dream they dared to entertain in their heads just for the sake of it.

Hansen's side was about to move against them. It was about to show them how costly Gregory's infiltration would be to the kingdom of Layos and all the infiltrators involved.

Suddenly, however, an overwhelming presence prevented both sides from moving. Infiltrators and rankers looked in a particular direction as a Sage flew towards the arena from a distance. It was as if a meteor was propelled by an alchemy rocket. The Sage's flight trajectory could be clearly seen because of the white trail he left behind him in the sky.