[Western region of the central continent. Location: undetermined. 12th day of the 5th month. 02:15 AM]
Oras ran through the trees as fast as his legs would allow. His breathing was ragged, his head throbbing, and blood gushing from the wound on his right shoulder despite his efforts to stop the bleeding. He was exhausted after hours of running, but the sound of footsteps and growls behind him forced him to continue and quicken his pace.
The rustling of branches alerted Oras to the shadow rapidly approaching from his right. He quickly cast a spell, paused for a moment, and raised his left hand. A bolt of lightning shot from his fingertips and struck his target as it came toward him. The lightning struck the Skeleton Hound directly, destroying it instantly. Its bones fell to the ground, turned into black smoke, and vanished into thin air.
