Rukiyo and the others didn't hesitate— they sprinted through the dense forest, their legs moving in a frantic rhythm as they pushed themselves to put as much distance between them and the cave as possible.
Branches whipped past, twigs snagging at clothes and skin alike, but pain is secondary in their mind when survival is on the line.
The sound of rustling leaves, twigs breaking beneath hurried footsteps, and ragged breathing coming from her companions filled Rukiyo's ears, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she kept her eyes on their path.
She didn't dare look back.
She's too scared to look back. She doesn't want to look back, because what if she turned around and that blue haired elf was already chasing them?
A cold shudder ran down her spine at the thought.
They ran for what felt like an eternity, legs burning, nose stinging, and lungs screaming until finally, the group slowly stumbled to a halt.
