Watching as Magnus vanished into thin air, golden dust particles gently shimmering in the spot he was previously on, the youths halted in their own attacks as the surging waves of mana slowly left their bodies.
"He got away…" Beatrice muttered aloud with a disappointed expression on her beautiful face which was laced with beads of sweat even in the cold of the night.
Also sharing her disappointment, the other youths had a similar expression on their faces, an even bigger wave of displeasure washing over all of them.
Slowly, Aiden who was already nearing the ground, gently landed while deactivating his spells.
As this happened, all four youths watched as a few dim lights from afar which were slowly getting brighter and brighter by the second as they moved closer, slowly make their way over to the now very scanty parking lot.