The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, ancient trees bearing witness to another conflict in their endless cycle of growth and death.
The abyssal agent hadn't expected his opponents to launch themselves directly at him. Most enemies would try to flee first, especially when facing someone with a clearly superior mana signature in rank and power.
But this suited him... he had already spent considerable energy navigating the forest's treacherous terrain, and a prolonged chase through the hole-filled ground would have only further exhausted his reserves.
Did they know they were slower and had decided that escape was futile? Or was this some type of desperate strategy born of cornered desperation?
It didn't matter. The result would be the same.
