Before long, the two of them heard a scream echoing up from the bottom of the cliff.
The air became even more saturated with the scent of blood.
The attacker, whose right arm had been injured, looked absolutely livid. His face had gone deathly pale, lips trembling as he stammered, "Impossible! He didn't even cast a spell! There's no way you could've sensed him!"
Alan rolled his eyes, then a thought flashed across his mind—his earlier battle with Ares.
He cracked a smile and tapped his temple, shooting the attacker a look of mocking pity. "You can't just rely on brute strength in a fight. You need to use your head."
"In a terrain this wide open, do you seriously expect me to believe you were ambushing me alone? Even an idiot would know that's unrealistic."
The attacker froze. His eyes locked with Alan's, and for the first time, a flicker of fear crept into his gaze.
