Arthur watched as Tarian fled into the distance, but he didn't bother chasing after him immediately. Instead, he calmly stored the rest of the poisoned needles and the blowpipe he had used to launch the dart. What he had done was simple in theory, but it required immense effort and concentration to hit Tarian in an exposed part of his body. The sorcerer's clothes were thick and could have easily blocked the needle from piercing his skin.
Taking a deep breath, Arthur put his mask back on. He was completely exhausted from overusing the magical tool, but it had been necessary. If he wanted to eliminate someone as strong and cunning as Tarian, he had to use all his strength and knowledge.
'I have to chase him. I need to confirm his death.'
