Ethan propelled himself forward with unwavering determination, his legs a blur as they swiftly carried him over the uneven terrain. Behind him, the menacing horde of soul eaters thundered relentlessly, their malevolent presence fueling his urgency.
"Can you make it?!" Anna's voice reverberated through the air, interwoven with concern and determination. She gripped the reins tightly, her knuckles turning white as she slowed down the carriage, hoping to give Ethan a chance to catch up.
Ethan, gasping for air, turned his head towards Anna, his voice strained but resolute. "No, keep the pace, don't slow down!" Each word escaped his lips amidst heavy breaths, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.
