"That pest finally decided to show himself."
Akroa muttered under his breath, his eyes glowing faintly beneath the brim of his battle-worn helmet. Mana swirled around his massive frame like coiled fire, threatening to erupt at the slightest provocation. His long search had finally borne fruit. If not for the urgent royal summons that had forced him to delay, he would've razed half the Emerald Green Forest days ago.
Although his fury simmered beneath the surface, Akroa wasn't careless. He knew better than to underestimate Ricky—not after that bizarre and humiliating disappearance last time. This time, he would be prepared. This time, that pest wouldn't be allowed to slip through his fingers.
His spiritual field quietly expanded in all directions, probing the space around him with precision.
"Teleportation? Spatial tear? Illusory slip?"
