The night wind howled intensely through the canopies of Mythlorien's giant trees as Lisa shot forward like a fast white blur through the elven forest's dense vegetation.
Lohan was firmly anchored to her back, his gelatin fully flattened against the fox's silky fur to minimize friction against the cold night air as much as possible.
Despite the sleep they'd both been building up, with Lohan by this point going over 2 days without sleep, neither of them seemed genuinely tired, still able to wield their full power with ease.
Behind them, the forest's silence was almost absolute, as Alice and Dylan had been left behind within seconds due to the insane speed of their travel.
They knew perfectly well that, in a situation of extreme urgency and severity like this one, it would have been ideal for the whole group to move together in a coordinated way to avoid any kind of ambush or surprise on the trails.
