Hunted

A deafening sound that shook the air resounded loudly, and a strong tremor could be felt in the hill that spanned dozens of miles. 

However, despite the obvious commotion going on around them, the dark elf magus were surprised to find that they were unable to pinpoint the source of it. What's more, they kept finding themselves walking in circles, ending up at places they had passed before.

Each of them had tried many things, from burning down the trees to flying up into the skies, but no matter what they did, the surroundings still remained the same. 

Strong gusts of wind, barriers of thick trees, or even rock blockades; whenever they tried to escape the forest, there would always be something that appeared to stop them from getting out of the forest.

"This can't be a mental attack! What kind of formation is this?!"