A fierce wind wheezed by as a figure charged through the ruins of the outer city, making a beeline for the city's main walls.
Seth had Irene on his back, the woman's head lying on his shoulder as she slept with no care, handing the rest of the struggles of their journey to Seth.
Wishing to quickly reach the wall, but also reminding himself of the need for stealth, Seth moved as fast as he could without needing to rely on qi.
Occasionally, he came across some civilians who were in hiding, but these sights did not pause his run.
He had already involved himself in a war, fought it and well survived it only for him to end up a prisoner and then almost be turned into some puppet or marriage slave.
He had derailed long enough, and now it was time to get back on track and go looking for the soul fruits, or light crystals as Minuha called them.
