His gaze headed toward the peak of the mountain.
He smelled it from the area that was covered in white snow.
It was an odd scent he had never smelled before that was different than the assassins.
He was certain that it was the Illusionist.
If not, it was probably at least the bastard who planned this whole thing.
�Follow me. We are charging past them.�
Bud kicked off the ground. He was moving in the front. The assassins charged toward him at the same time.
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