章節 80: Circles

"SHIT!", Marcos screeched, the look of disbelief and panic written on his face as he desperately leapt from tree to tree. He dropped to the ground, unsheathing the ice burst sword he jammed into the ground and began to dig. 

Dark, who had only be watching at this point finally spoke, "You know, we probably aren't going to be able to find him". 

Marcos whipped his head around, his expression livid. He flashed towards Dark, gripping him by the throat, an act that was normally unimaginable but thanks to Dark's mana being sealed, was made possible. Marcos lifted him off the ground, imbuing his own mana into his arm he squeezed and shook Dark like a ragdoll. 

"Do something about it", he seethed through gritted teeth. 

Dark smiled, knowing that even in this situation, Marcos couldn't afford to actually kill him, "What makes you think I can do anything to help the brat. He's got him now, even I can't save him". 

Marcos tossed Dark to the ground, "Tch!".