"Eh? Somebody is breaking through? At this time?"
An old man walked toward the sounds of clashing spells and furious shouts inside the woods. His attire didn't fit in with the surroundings. With a form-fitting black robe adorned with gleaming medals and a bowl-shaped hat on his head, his silhouette flickered across the densely packed trees chaotically, speed beyond human vision.
Like a sentient bolt of lightning, he approached the massive, roiling mass of qi ahead in the depths of the woods.
Strangely enough, nobody noticed his appearance amidst the battlefield. If anyone had seen his approach toward the center of the storm of spells, they'd only perceive a completely uninterrupted and unhurried gait whenever he was visible.
Yet, not a single one of the Mystic Arts seemed to have any effect on him.
