The atmosphere became increasingly tense.
The stone-skinned man tightened his grip around his hammer. The winged woman's six transparent wings slowly spread behind her.
The crimson-armored figure lowered their body slightly, while the old mage's fingers remained wrapped firmly around his wooden staff.
Across from them, the four wolves were equally prepared. A battle could erupt at any moment.
Michael's earlier excitement had already faded considerably. More importantly, if the battle became too destructive, there was no guarantee his stealth would remain effective.
'I should move back a little.'
Michael carefully studied his surroundings. He needed to create some distance without attracting attention. His stealth abilities were powerful, but they didn't make him nonexistent. If he moved too quickly or accidentally disturbed the surrounding energy, any one of these Level 100 beings might notice him.
Michael had just decided on a route when the silver wolf suddenly spoke.
