Mago growled under his breath as he saw the two of them running away from him, though they are injured they are still quite fast.
“You’re not getting away!” he roared, Apoy reacted by his emotion and destroys the filth that encage him. He mindlessly runs after them, blinded by his own rage.
He is too focus on his revenge that he couldn’t hear his conscience speaking to him; all he can hear is his blood curling—screaming for their blood to quench his thirst. While they are in the run, onslaught from two sides are fierce, needles and those hard-to-break thread along with shifting of alchemy—making a deadly tandem.
But Mago is not going to get stop just by that. He proceeded to go after them¸ blocking and avoiding all their attacks.
“That’s a pesky one,” Marco growled, motioning his h
