He's coming!
Watching Bentley Frost rapidly approaching, Carson Flores raced thoughts through his mind.
Engage and intercept?
Carson believed that if the three of them took action, especially with Jorge Gross's World Within the Bowl, just a cover and Bentley Frost would be done for, without a doubt.
However, if Bentley Frost was finished, it would only result in him being captured by those people following behind, and they themselves would gain no advantage at all.
Why not take a gamble?
In the blink of an eye, Bentley Frost arrived, sweeping across the mountaintops at low altitude.
"Death Imprint!"
Carson clasped his hands in a seal and pulled towards Bentley Frost in the sky.
Bentley Frost was fleeing in great panic and hadn't anticipated someone hiding in the forest below, especially since his perception indicated no danger below.
The Death Imprint landed directly on Bentley Frost, who was startled. What on earth?
Who cast a spell on me?