Atlas dashed through the trees as the Achaemenids appeared on the beach to help the survivors, and Marcia approached them while ensuring he was out of sight. He crouched in a nearby bush, his heart racing, but luck was on his side as they hadn't seen him.
When he spotted the soldiers, they wore eerie devil-looking masks that sent chills down his spine. Their all-black armor looked menacing and foreboding. Seeing them filled him with a sense of dread.
'They're creepy,' he thought; Atlas quickly scanned the closest Immortal who was watching.
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[Level: 349]
[Rank: Expert]
'Better not let them see me; it would be game over if they did,' he mulled before fleeing toward the distant mountains where Tajariyah City was.
Atlas fled deeper into the forest, allowing him to hear the birds chirping in the trees above. The afternoon sun shone through the tree branches as the wilderness grew denser the deeper he got.
