Just as the Winged Clan group pushed toward the dense, overgrown thicket ahead, a figure suddenly appeared off to their right.
"Looking for me?" Ethan smiled at them, easy, almost casual.
"—!!"
Their eyes lit up the second they saw him.
"Over here!"
They moved as one. In an instant, countless wind-type abilities tore through the air, crashing toward Ethan like a storm breaking loose.
"Yeah, I'm done playing with you."
Ethan vanished on the spot—Teleportation.
The forest worked in his favor. Trees, shadows, uneven ground—perfect cover. Out in the open, teleporting meant staying within sight. Here, every jump wiped him clean from their vision, forcing them to hunt blind.
But that advantage didn't last.
A sharp roar echoed through the woods.
Moments later, hundreds of Winged Clan elites flooded the area. The chase turned all-encompassing—above, below, everywhere. They sealed the space tight.
