The freezing rain felt like cold needles hitting their faces. Sirens blared endlessly from the upper district, echoing wildly across the dark sky of Marrath. The sound was deafening, like a massive beast screaming in anger because its prey had just slipped through its teeth.
Kanos ran through the muddy alleyway without looking back. His lungs burned. Every breath he took felt like inhaling hot sand. His head still throbbed violently from the extreme mental strain of manipulating the shadow threads earlier. But his legs kept moving, matching the quick and silent pace of Papuyu running right beside him.
