Max moved swiftly, scaling a tree in a few fluid motions. His body blended into the darkness, his presence completely erased by his strong soul force.
The sun was about to set and it was a perfect moment to blend in the leaves of the tress.
Now hidden among the thick branches, he waited and peered down.
A few minutes later—
They arrived.
The assassins from the Monarch—figures cloaked in black hoodie, moving with lethal precision—entered the area. Their eyes scanned the surroundings. Their steps were silent, calculated.
They weren't reckless.
Max watched as they communicated in signals, their fingers flicking subtly as they spread out, scouting the area with methodical efficiency.
And at that moment, Max finally got a clear look at them.
His eyes narrowed.
He recognized three of them.
Abby. Billy. Jessica.
The same ones he had fought during the dungeon break incident.
A ghost of a smirk flickered on his lips. Familiar faces.
But then—his gaze shifted.
Two others.
