Behind them, the traitor group noticed the human squad had stopped.
Leading them were a man and a woman.
"Why did they stop?"
The woman, Shia, was bald, 6'6" tall, and built like a tank.
Most striking were her hands—completely black and giving off wisps of dark energy.
"Chase them! Let's see what kind of tricks they're trying to pull!"
The other man, Murr, had a normal build but eyes flashing with ice-cold killing intent.
The first wave of lost personnel had been his subordinates. This debt had to be paid back in blood!
...
At this moment, high in the sky above this area,
neither group noticed that a figure was quietly watching them.
Holding an alchemical telescope, he could see both groups clear as day.
"Those seven people up ahead, judging by their gear, should be a Psionic squad from Rock Sand City.
The dozens chasing them are most likely human traitors!"
