132 UMBROS' DEVOURING CLOUD
The convoy halted. The soldiers jumped from their vehicles, scanning the dark highway that stretched endlessly behind them.
"Thermal shows nothing, sir," one of the escort commanders reported.
Dan stepped out of the lead vehicle followed by Zairgid. The air was thick and cold, like breathing through glass dust. He could feel the pressure of a Rank B aura.
"Everyone, form a periter," Dan ordered. "Keep the headlights pointed backward."
The floodlights from the convoy sliced through the gloom, revealing shapes that weren't there before—veins of black mist, twisting in the air like liquid shadows.
Then, a figure erged.
It walked through the dark haze like it owned it. Cloaked in a shroud of negative light, its eyes burned faintly silver, its presence radiating sothing that made even the Rank D soldiers drop to their knees.
"ta signature confird—it's a Rank B!" soone shouted. "We're outmatched!"
The shadow man smiled faintly. "So, this is Dan Dark… the arrogant boy who bullies the weak."
"You picked the wrong convoy, freak!" Zairgid replied.
"And you Zairgid Aukouma, I won't forget you either. You are as guilty as him."
"Who the hell are you working for?" Dan asked the cloaked figure.
The dark figure didn't reply but soon raised his hand. Dark mists surged forward from him forming massive tendrils that struck the convoy. The rearmost vehicle disintegrated into smoke imdiately, the other vehicles thrown aside. Soldiers scread as their armor corroded on contact with the mist.
"We are under attack!!!!"
"I must do sothing now," Dan vowed.
Dan raised his hand. "Zairgid, fall back."
"But…
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