The sky was invisible here, and the surroundings were full of rough rocks embedded with glowing gems, some of which got flicked onto the skirt armor by the stirring steps.
A supple figure darted through the cave, the living armor made of pitch-black resilient scales that sliced through the air currents in its rampage aided the body to accelerate, while the screaming sound of tearing air echoed in the vast cavern.
Mud splashed with every step, not sparing even the rocks at the edges.
Gurellia could have done it more gracefully, her body light as a spirit cat, and she could have left no trace at all if she had wanted. But that was too slow, the hunters behind her wouldn't allow her the leisure.
Exposing her location no longer mattered, Gurellia's demonized claws dug into the rock, the force of her bulging muscles catapulting her body into the darkness of the cave.
