"What about you? I've always wondered what your goal is."
"To fight," Aric answered instantly. "I took the position to guard the human academy decades ago because I assumed I would face numerous enemies. But none attacked during my stay there."
Atticus felt a hint of sadness in his tone and shook his head. Kael was truly his carbon copy.
As Atticus was about to ask another question, a feeling prickled at his senses.
'Movement.'
Aric seemed to sense the change too. His swords trembled in their sheaths, eyes blazing with battle intent. Finally, a battle was underway.
"There're two of them, a distance away from each other. I'll handle the one in the northwest. Take the northeast, 950 meters away from you," Atticus spoke quickly.
And as Aric received his target, his figure detonated in a wave of crimson. He blurred, tearing through the forest like a beast.
Atticus didn't waste time either. He turned into a streak of light, blitzing through the trees at insane speed.
