Taking the Mafia to the Magic World
chapter-890

A few days later...

Zoe Frazer finally awoke from her meditative state after days of working on her special ability to find her group's targets.

When she opened her eyes this afternoon, she immediately saw the Intermediate Archmage who was to be at her side throughout her meditation. Already aware that she was about to awaken, the man looked at her with a modest smile and interest in his eyes.

"Elder, I have found our targets," she said, her expression solemn. "Vicente Fuller and the others are much closer than we thought! They're in the same area as us. If we start searching now, we could find them by nightfall!"

The Intermediate Archmage curled his lips even more at these words.

"Perfect! Stay here and rest. I'll take care of this together with the other elders." The old man said as he clapped his hands on the shoulders of this woman, his tone extremely pleased. "Good work!" The elder left Zoe's tent and walked a few dozen meters to where the two colleagues at his level were standing.

"So? What are Zoe's results?" the group leader asked as he looked at the newcomer in his tent.

"Sect Master, Zoe has found Vicente Fuller. He's nearby. We won't have to move our camp," the man said, his heart beating faster as his desire to fight grew with every breath.

The two men sitting on the cushions in the tent looked at each other, the corners of their lips curling.

"Get our men ready. We're moving out in ten minutes." The group leader stood up and left his tent shortly thereafter.

The other two Intermediate Archmages left and went to prepare their group for the move.

Not all of them could take on Vicente Fuller and his group. Of the group, only the 25 Archmages had any chance of confronting the enemy, and the Paragons were of no use to them.

If the Paragons accompanied them, they would most likely be mere numbers in the post-battle body count!

The camp flicked, the guards becoming more vigilant as a group of 24 prepared to leave.

Only Zoe would not join the group in pursuit of Vicente and the others, exhausted from days of working to find traces of her target.

In the blink of an eye, the 6th stage individuals, led by the Intermediate Archmage closest to advancing to the next level, set out from the camp in search of their enemies.

...

Almost immediately after the movement of the group of Dark Path magicians, the weaker vampires in their small camp moved to alert their 5th stage leaders.

"The humans are moving. I think they've found new clues to the enemy through that woman!" said an early 5th stage vampire, looking at his companions with a smile on his face.

The two Mid-level Paragons there smiled, showing their very sharp teeth while their eyes narrowed maliciously.

"Let's follow them quietly. If this is just another trace of where the enemies went, we'll keep our distance and wait. Otherwise, we'll let the enemies fight these Dark Path magicians and exhaust themselves first," the group leader said as he stood up.

The others did the same, not hesitating to begin the silent pursuit of the group of Dark Path magicians, who were after Vicente.

"As soon as we have confirmation that they've found Vicente Fuller's group, notify the high elder at Shadow Mountain. Let's not forget the enemy's capabilities. He's dealt with Mid-level Paragons of our race before." The other mid-level Paragon in the group warned his people as he moved forward, looking cautiously into the future.

"That was a weaker group than ours, caught in a conflict and taken by surprise. Would he be able to deal with us in the same way under different circumstances?"

"Let's not give him another chance to prove himself. Better to be careful now and avoid future problems," said a Beginner Archmage, agreeing with the caution of one of the team leaders.

The others agreed, each more interested than the other in seeing the results of Vicente's blood on a member of their race.

'Once Vicente Fuller is dead, there will be no one left to worry about. The Polaris Realm will finally be under our complete control,' thought one of these pale, white-haired creatures, glimpsing the future in which his original plans would be fully realized.

...

As the two groups of enemies moved towards Vicente's group, he found himself in the same position as when he had arrived in the area.

Vicente opened his eyes from where he was sitting in meditation, an ugly expression forming on his face, and he couldn't help but feel strange after the sudden chill he felt.

'This... Is this the formation of the pentagram?' He looked in the direction where the cyan pentagram from the vision generated by the Divine Dragon Matrix was supposed to appear.

'The formation of the pentagram will take place in the late afternoon, early evening. Will it happen today?' He clenched his fists tightly, his sharp eyes searching for this crucial moment for him.

If it happened today, he would face a High-level Paragon vampire in no more than an hour and a half!

Worried that the day of the pentagram's formation had arrived, he alerted his group nearby. 'Get ready. I have a feeling that the formation of the pentagram is very close. We may have to fight enemies today!'

His voice echoed in the minds of his companions, snapping each of them out of their monotonous observations of the surroundings of this seemingly quiet area until their leader's comment.

Half an hour after Vicente alerted his people, Qiang narrowed his eyes as he observed an area where a group of several humans had just appeared.

'We have problems. 6th stage magicians are approaching our position right now!' The Hippogryph warned, drawing the gaze of his 10 companions in the direction from which the 24 Dark Path magicians were flying towards them!

Vicente narrowed his eyes, not liking this at all. 'Right now?'

'Looks like we can't wait any longer without a fight,' Elmo commented to the group, already circulating his mana through his body.

'Get ready to fight. Let's take care of them quickly and not attract the attention of the vampires and monsters nearby.' Vicente stood up, sighing as he lamented the terrible situation.