A frustrating week passed rapidly as the two monarchs invested more and more troops and resources in their hunt. Yet, they ended up empty-handed under Adam's careful decision-making process and Julius' guidance.
"RAHHH," roared Thorian, smashing his fist on his golden throne noisily. "I can't believe we failed to catch two kids and an insignificant woman for a full week! And that wench's soldiers are following them too, protecting their borders from our troops," he continued, his rage-filled voice engulfing the room as ominous dark red wisps of mana swirled from his eyes.
The few loyal nobles supporting him gazed at their king in a muted stupor, unable to find words to explain how they lost their tracks four days ago.
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