Hurried footsteps echoed through the streets of NY, filled with panic as two figures sprinted between the buildings at high speed, constantly changing direction in an effort to keep their distance from the things chasing them.
Arnold and Vincent had crossed paths just minutes ago, and since then they had been running nonstop from the strange creatures that haunted this place.
Behind them, shadows darted everywhere, across rooftops, through the snow, along the sides of buildings. Some were shapeless, others more defined, but all of them had locked onto the two figures ahead and showed no sign of letting up.
"Hey, at this rate they're going to catch us. What do we do?" Arnold said, wrapping his body in a thin layer of mana to shield himself from the cold and, at the same time, keep at bay the strange layer of ice that kept trying to form on him.
