Behind him, something laughed.
Something dangerous, something old and heavy with a weight he couldn't see, yet felt pressing down on his shoulders all the same.
The forest gave way beneath his feet, obsidian trees blurring past, each one a dark streak against the pallid sky. He didn't dare look back, afraid his legs would wobble like jelly the moment the beast came in sight.
The same words kept repeating in his mind, an endless cycle of desperation.
Run, run, run, run!
His body refused to go faster than it already was, legs burning and blood boiling.
Somewhere behind him, the only semblance of control he had in the situation snapped. The invisible tendrils of [No Will] that Leonidas had wrapped around Willow snapped, cut off by the creature.
He didn't even know it was possible to cut things that basically didn't exist, yet the damned pilgrim did it all the same.
