Strax kept his pace as he ran through the dimly lit, narrow corridors of the castle, hearing the wind howl strangely in sync with the furious shouts of the three succubi behind him.
He was starting to break out in a cold sweat, his body near its limit, and the whole atmosphere was affecting him in some mysterious way. It wasn't just the sulfuric smell in the air or the strange sensation that intensified the deeper he went into the castle; it felt like someone was watching him.
"Come here, you coward!" The laughter and taunts of the three sisters echoed off the walls, but he didn't have time to worry about their threats.
'They really won't stop until I'm captured... damn it,' he muttered, trying to push himself harder, but he'd already hit his speed limit. Without mana reinforcement, he was just a superhuman—nothing like the cultivator he once was.
