The wounded Lorian was running with difficulty. Healing his injuries with residual flames, he glanced behind him.
Grant was relentlessly pursuing him, his face filled with madness. Lorian was clearly running his best, but there was no sign of the distance between them widening.
"Not bad. You're almost as fast as me, who moves like light? Hahaha!"
"Tch, you monster of a bastard...."
"But... what are you so afraid of that you're running away? No, wait, was this your intention from the start?"
Grant ended his words with a sneer. In contrast, Lorian was desperate.
He had to get to where he wanted to go immediately.
"Reiner, the legendary Hero, isn't here, and the Knight Commander is focused on subjugating the northern barbarians. I can't go there in this situation, so there's only one option left. The strongest human I know."
He had to go to where that being was. Even so, he couldn't guarantee victory.
Grant was an overwhelming presence.
