'That was an Aether Magister? He was so easy to fight against,' Ning thought. Being a magister, Ning would've thought that he would've had more tricks up his sleeve, but it seemed that being an invoker really wasn't that useful in such fierce combat after all.
'I guess invokers are only useful in other sectors where they don't have to rely on creating something to fight,' Ning thought.
He walked over to the guards that lay unconscious, covered in some sort of slimy substance. The clear slime was sticky in texture, but it didn't really stick to his hands as he expected it to. It worked more like tape, rather than glue.
'Did that guy make this? How did he imagine something like this?' Ning wondered.
Ning couldn't pull it out with his hands, so he had to use telekinesis to pull it all out. Due to the massive area, the sticky slime was covering, it took Ning a lot of force to fully pull it out.
"Hey, wake up!" he lightly slapped the faces of those guards who struggled to open their eyes. They had been barely breathing under the massive slime, so it was understandable.
After a few slaps, with red cheeks, the guards opened their eyes.
"Wha—" they looked around and saw the terrorist unconscious on the ground. "That bastard, he surrounded us with his men and… and… what happened after that?"
The men were confused.
"You guys, capture him and don't let him wake up. There are still terrorists around, so go capture those as well," Ning said. He explained a bit more about the situation so that the guards were up to date on it.
The guards were hesitant about letting Ning do it all by himself since that hurt their pride and reputation as a guard, but seeing an Aether Magister unconscious right now, they had to swallow their pride and accept that they would only hold Ning back.
These guards consisted of some Aether masters and grandmasters, so they would be able to handle most of the terrorists.
They would only face trouble if they came across a group of Aether Grandmasters, or the stronger terrorists, but given that the terrorist's main objective was the prince, Ning was sure that if the guards didn't come across them as he had explained to them, they should be fine.
Once done, Ning watched the guards leave. Now, he needed to locate the prince and help him.
'System, where is the prince right now?' he asked.
<The Junction>
"I see," Ning thought and walked off.
The junction was a resting area at the center of the zoo. The zoo itself was circular in shape. People entered from the gate, took a left, and went around the place as they looked at the various Aether beasts.
They would walk around until they went a full circle and returned back to the gate once more, whereupon they would leave.
At the center of the circle was a massive open space with no beasts at all, where people could rest and enjoy their free time.
There would usually be a lot of people at the place, so Ning got a little worried if something happened to them.
'I need to hurry,' he thought and walked off. He walked out of the circular building and into the open sky. There were a bit more buildings around the place before he reached the junction.
Ning quickly got rid of a few more terrorists who were keeping a few of the civilians hostage and sent them back towards the outer ring of the zoo where he knew there were no terrorists.
Ning hid behind a building and slowly peeked out to check the situation.
Sitting on the bench in the middle was the black-haired prince. Next to him were two of his black-suited guards, while the other two were on the ground beside him.
The prince had a serious look on his face, maybe even a hint of anger, but thankfully he wasn't acting upon his anger and the situation was still fine.
Ning poked out his head a little further and saw a few more people standing beneath a tree's shade.
'More terrorists?' he thought. This was going to be troublesome. It was obvious that the two guards next to him were the two Aether Magisters that the other terrorist had told him about.
Still, Ning used his Aether Analysis to check. As expected, there were 2 Aether Magisters and 6 Aether Grandmasters at the place. Both of the Magisters were Enchanters too, so he wouldn't be able to win as easily as against the Invoker.
Ning was having a hard time figuring out how he could save the prince without revealing his abilities. Maybe he might have to after all.
Just then a man in a gray overcoat walked towards the prince. The prince noticed his arrival but said nothing.
The man had a large scar running across his face all the way from his right eye to the left of his lips. Half his nose was gone and instead, there were only two irregular-sized holes instead.
The man flicked his fingers and suddenly a seat that was far away from him arrived right behind him and he sat.
'Another Enchanter,' Ning thought.
The man took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat and looked at one of the Invoker grandmasters who quickly walked up to him and lit up his cigarette.
"Your highness, do you know who we are?" the man spoke to the prince.
"Who the hell are you people? I have been asking this since forever, and now you come to mock me with this same question?" the prince shouted angrily.
"Oh, my apologies," the man said. "I asked my comrades here not to interact with you more than what was necessary, so they might have offended you a bit," the man said.
"We are the Great Raiders group. You can… think of us as thieves or more accurately, bandits I suppose. We usually stick to the roads and steal whatever walks upon it… but we were paid a hefty sum of money to kidnap you," the man spoke as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"Do you know why?" he asked.
