In the starry night, three shadows hushed across the streets. From one of the shadows, bulky and large, another smaller, thin shadow emerged. This smaller shadow raced in front of the three big ones and quickly shortened the distance between them and the person running away in the front.
The frantic expression on the person conveyed their urgency, the sweat and the blood that spilt from their gaping wound all left a trail of a path to follow.
Elder Z huffed and manically looked behind him. The sight of Lia catching up to him was terrifying. He had at least 10 minutes of an advantage but due to his excessive blood loss and the wound that barely healed, he couldn't go far.
The outline of the palace was close but it felt like oceans to cross, nails on feet to walk.
Lia saw his staggering form and pulled out the knife to aim at him. She made the fatal mistake of taking her time when dealing with him and now she regretted it. This time, she wouldn't let him go.
