The carriage carrying the juniors of the Flying Sword Faction zoomed through the dense forest roads.
Senior Beldon, who was following along on a horse, furrowed his eyebrows as if he had sensed something.
He then looked back, only to find the carriages which were supposed to be following them not at all visible, instead replaced by a dense white fog that seemed to be inching closer and closer, keeping up with the pace of the carriages, much to his surprise.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a row of silhouettes whistled through the air, and Senior Beldon immediately shouted. "Enemies! Get down!"
BAM!
The carriage halted to a stop, and as soon as it did that, the white fog that was following immediately caught up to them, enveloping the area surrounding the carriage in a matter of seconds.