The wind whipped like a raging wave with half of its force disseminating the instant it came in contact with Seth's frame.
He tore through distance so fast, charmed beasts roaming the core couldn't react to his peak speed as he burst past their frames.
And right behind him, hot on his heels like gum on shoes was the damned entity bursting with never-ending vigor, drawing endlessly on the flow of providence funneled into its vessel.
Crawling at the wind, and bursting right into a dense shroud of concentrated abyssal essence…
Seth's eyes narrowed, right beyond this was the boss of this damned zone.
The cold rush of vile concentration of darkness billowing provoked a well of intense aversion in Seth.
But unfortunately, he had no chance to slow down with that creature on his heels, and the ever mounting weight of will bearing on his mind.
He didn't have time to tally, he didn't have time to process or analyze anything.
