In the middle of the empty road, an anomaly; one that looked like a big black portal—formed on the street and got bigger by time. Expanding the darkness until about a few meters apart, several shadows appeared from it, taking a form of a humanoid.
One of the humanoid with a ginger hair twitched his nose as he tilted his head upwards, his pale lips opened a bit. His mouth closed as he pulled a bored expression in his face.
“Did you smell anything, Biran?”
Agatha emerged from behind his small stature. He gave a brief shake of his head before staring at the distance.
“There’s no scent of the healer, but I smelled a scent of cold.”
Agatha also stared at the distance, his smirk appeared on his face as he mumbled, “That Froststriker bastard...” He rubbed his chin with one of his hands as he
