Age of Adepts

“Where are they heading?” A Dener Clan adept asked in confusion. “What’s there southwest of here?”

Everyone shook their heads.

Only one adept suddenly piped up, “Andman City. Black Rose Manor! They are heading for Black Rose Manor!”

The expressions of all the adepts turned. They instantly understood.

They’d stabbed the hornet’s nest. Lady Marilyn Mona was in for a reckoning!

The Third Grade adept in charge of the entire army took out a communication crystal and urgently contacted headquarters.

Marilyn Mona received news of the vampire’s movements about seven minutes later.

After fleeing madly for fifty kilometers, Mona finally had to stop and breathe. She took this opportunity to examine her aching body and her shredded dress.

She braced against a tree with her arm and panted for a while before regaining her breath. She then took out a magic crystal from her ring and took a look. She frowned.

It had been one and a half hours since she separated from her subordinates. Four of the six red dots in the crystal ball had been extinguished. That meant that four of her subordinates had fallen victim to the vampires.

Such speed and power. It also served to demonstrate the power and terror of the vampires on her tail!

What was even more terrifying was the ferocity and resolution they displayed!

It seemed like her decision to kill Spalla had been a foolish one. Her actions had called down such disastrous calamity.

However, regret was of no use at this point.

Mona had already sent out a call for help to the headquarters before she departed. She believed that the clan elders would not hang her out to dry, given her position and status. In fact, it was also possible that Lady Kerala herself was making her way toward her.

Mona’s anxious, beating heart slowly calmed down at the thought of this.

She looked back at the path she had come from and frowned even more.

She’d had no opportunity to cover her tracks when she fled in that frenzied manner. The ravaged shrubs, crushed grass, the fallen trees. There was even a tiny gap left in the mist that indicated the path she had taken.

These tiny tracks were practically nothing to an ordinary person, but they were as clear as day for the adepts and their powerful Spirit.

If those vampires were on her tail, she would not be able to shake them like this.

She was a noble Third Grade psionic, yet she was being chased around in the woods by a bunch of vampires like she was nothing more than a lowly mutt. This humiliation burned furiously in Marilyn Mona’s heart. She cursed, but there was nothing she could do.

She gritted her teeth angrily and cast another Invisibility and Concealment spell on herself. It wasn’t until she had turned wholly invisible and had wiped away all traces of her elementium aura that she carefully hovered over the ground and flew deeper into the woods.