Noah's schemes

Becker's lungs burned as he sprinted through the forest, boots pounding against the leaf-strewn ground.

The roar of engines echoed behind him as his pursuers wove between the trees in their military-grade vehicles.

He risked a glance back—at least a hundred soldiers, hellbent on capturing their 'traitorous' ex-general.

Becker grimaced. Even one-on-one, these lackeys were no match for his air manipulation powers.

But a hundred at once? His mana reserves teetered dangerously low after hours of battling these goons.

Tires squealed as a jeep pulled up alongside him. Becker dove right as laser rifles and brain crystal powers shredded the underbrush. He tumbled to his feet and kept running, cursing under his breath.

Becker whipped around, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he prepared his counterattack.