Their auras... all Level Two Wizards.
'Mobilizing so many Level Two Wizards just to ambush me...'
The seven people were positioned sporadically, sealing off all her escape routes, front and back.
Delia's throat tightened, but the hand gripping her blade was steady as a rock.
She scanned her surroundings and took a deep breath.
"Who else is there? Come on out. You can't hope to stop me with just this trash."
The moment she spoke, the air at both ends of the alley in front of her distorted, and two figures suddenly walked out.
On the left was a tall, thin man in a dark red Long Robe with gold trim. A Thunder Eagle perched on his shoulder.
The Thunder Eagle tilted its head, its scarlet eyes staring at Delia as a low gurgle rumbled in its throat.
'The captain of Edwin's "Thunder Eagle Guard," a Level Two Late Stage Wizard.'
On the right was an effeminate man in a dark green Long Robe. His fingers were long, slender, and pale, his nails painted with a dark purple polish.
