When Jester reappeared, he was already in the woods outside Brightgate City. Pine and tree leaves swayed in the wind.
Jester exhaled slowly, his form stabilizing as faint green light faded from his eyes. "Good," he muttered. "No civilians here."
Not that he cared for others to be honest. His master's commands just limited him to some actions.
The silence in the woods lasted only a heartbeat.
From above, three streaks of light tore through the canopy—blue, crimson, and green. The sky lit up with mana flares, followed by a series of concussive bursts.
Blades of compressed air and radiant spears rained down, smashing through trees and rock alike.
Jester's eyes widened slightly. "They started already?"
He had the two controlled knights by his side hurriedly protect him.
For a moment, he was genuinely surprised. He hadn't expected them to strike without hesitation, especially while their two comrades were still alive—though under his control.
