Running ahead of the group was Maric. His disheveled hair was completely blown back by the wind, and his expression was twisted and hideous.
He was even faster than a steam locomotive at its peak speed. With a whoosh, he arrived at the entrance to the clearing.
But even so, he was still unable to escape from his pursuers.
The closest figure to him was a man who had the same pale complexion as himself, with indistinct, dark patches on his face, as if they were healing marks from rotting wounds. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised and unrestrained. He looked more like a zombie who was craving fresh flesh rather than a human being, and Klein guessed that he was Jason, a Sequence 6.
The distance between Jason and Maric remained within seven or eight meters, sometimes lengthening; sometimes shortening. This repeated again and again, as they ventured back and forth.
