The current world was naturally governed by those fully aware of their own strength. Being weak was not an option—it never had been. Yet, after years of overcoming and feeling powerful before lesser beings, Alexander's sense of strength was now entirely shattered.
He was running as if hell itself was at his heels.
His footsteps echoed in the dark alleys of the Demi-human Kingdom, every breath heavy and ragged, mixed with the distant but ever-approaching sound of the woman's steps behind him.
'It can't be… she's still here…' he thought in desperation. 'I need to disappear!'
His eyes scanned the alleys for an escape, but the city seemed distorted, as if the streets had shaped themselves into a labyrinth, forcing him in endless circles.
Adrenaline pumped, and every muscle in his body screamed as he tried to keep a lead on his pursuer.
He knew he had to escape; if he didn't… it would be his end.
