In another part of the ruin, two people were running through wide passages with desperate urgency.
They were covered in bruises and various degrees of gruesome injuries. Their robes were torn to ragged pieces.
Their breathing was labored and shallow.
Every step they took left a deep blood print behind like a watery crimson signature.
"Damn it," the young man cursed under his breath.
Beside him, the young woman was trembling violently, biting her lips until they bled as she pushed herself to continue running.
But deep down, she knew she was already at her absolute limit. Her body could no longer sustain such a high intensity escape.
'I cannot let them catch me,' she thought frantically.
'I cannot.'
The fear of being caught by their pursuers made her heart tremble like a leaf in a storm. She knew the fate awaiting her if she were to fall into the hands of her enemies.
Her fate would be worse than any death she could imagine.
