Adrenaline surged, stripping away thought and leaving only the raw, jagged impulse to survive. For Luiz, the world dissolved into a fractured montage of motion and shadow—a fever dream where cause and effect no longer held weight.
Before the reality of the moment could even take root, he found himself deep within the timberline. His legs moved with a desperate, conjured velocity, tearing through the underbrush as the forest became a rhythmic smear of dark greens and charcoal greys. Every breath was a sharp intake of cold air, every stride a frantic gamble against the encroaching silence behind him.
He was running out of breath but he didn't dare stop. He didn't dare look back. He only has one goal in mind and that was to leave the place and get as far as he could. Silently, he prayed for Nikolai's safety.
From the looks of it, the man came alone to rescue him.
