บท 504: The Ghostwalkers

No way.

It was not possible.

There was no way the kid knew they were following him.

But the fact that he deliberately went to a closed alley before calling them out pointed to the fact that he knew they were following him.

But it was impossible. There was no way he would know.

Ghostwalkers.

They were the elite forces of Tharion, birthed in darkness, and since the day they learned to walk, they were trained with a special heritage footwork called Light Step.

As fast as light, as silent as a feather.

This was the essential message of the heritage. Each of them from a young age rigorously trained to better their understanding of this heritage.

And all of them had achieved true comprehension, in fact managing to level up the heritage to level 5.

Even Northern, after all his understanding of the Chaos Art, had still been stuck in level 3.