The woman was about to holster her weapon and return to reality, but she hesitates. She does whatever it takes to stop herself, and remains in her heightened state of perception.
Her one thought of killing everything that would dare move in her presence is replaced with a pounding frustration.
She had forgotten something. Something very important. And she needed to stay like this in order to find it.
That is when she smells human blood. The scent is over 2 km away, yet her ascended state allows her to perform such a superhuman feat.
She dashes through the empty expanse filled with jagged rocks like wind surfing in the air. She travels the distance of 2 km in only a little over 50 seconds. If a certain person were here, they would shout.
"I never thought I would see the day where Usain Bolt is as slow as a turtle."
When she reaches her destination, she finds a beowulf with its eyes mutilated and face smashed. A knife pressed into its fur. And a bloody rock next to the corpse. She could tell it was the work of an amateur. A novice who has never fought once in their life and engaged in a fierce struggle just to survive. Lucky enough to have defeated their stronger opponent, but it was a sure sign that the survivor would have succumbed to their wounds.
She notices a trail of blood and follows it. She anticipated she would find a cold corpse.
Yet, she contrary to her expectations. She hears a familiar pitch. The beating heart of a human. It was relaxed and soft almost as if they were asleep. Yet, it was racing faster and faster. It told her that the person in question was just waking up.
Then it contorted into terror, pumping faster than it has ever done before.
"AHAHAHAHSHH WHAT THE FUCKKKK?!?!?!?!?!"
A pitiful, shrill cry of a man is heard. And she can feel the looming feeling of inevitable horror. One she has felt more times than she can count. The impending doom that flickers during life's end like a guillotine about to fall.
"Launch."
A single word is said. That is enough to pull the trigger within her body. To draw out a supernatural power that continues to baffle even omniscient entities.
Her legs are filled with an invisible power, mana, the incredible energy gifted to all things in this world and connects them together. It manifests and crystallizes in her body. Lines of shimmering gold form throughout her leg muscles.
She takes off. She becomes a jet consisting of human skin. She moves at a blinding speed that even bullets cannot compare. The outline of her figure can no longer be seen by the naked eye. A distance of 5 km is covered in a split second. The air crumbles behind her, and she can see a man's head about to be crushed by the maw of a beast. She sees the man's expression. One of pure terror.
She hurls her spear. It zips through the sky in a magnificent arc and sinks flawlessly in the middle of the beast's wide mouth. Preventing the one-sided murder of the man in front of her.
Dispelling the mana in her legs, she rolls onto the rough rocks diffusing the recoil of her sudden burst of sonic speed stumbling onto the ground like a current of water and as softly as a feather.
She lands right in front of the mutant mutt's dead carcass and grabs her spear. With a simple flick of her wrist, she flings the thousand-pound body of the canine off her spear like it was nothing.
Finally, she has found the person she has been looking for.
It was a man with black hair. His skin was slightly tanned and riddled with small scars and minor abrasions. He had a feminine face filled with acne. His eyes were a gentle blue. Regardless of his face leaning towards more of a girl, he had an aura similar to a mature, old man. She can tell by the shape of his muscles that he was slightly malnourished. His body was extremely lanky. He was almost like a human scarecrow resembling the many children that inhabited the slums. But there were no signs of injury nor struggle. He seemed perfectly unharmed besides a faint soreness that originated in the back for having slept on this jagged terrain.
Hmm, he was also in some mental distress when he saw her for whatever reason, but there was a more pressing issue.
It was impossible. It couldn't be.
If that were the case, then the man was the same as her. Her intuition that has never failed her once carried a message to her brain that made her almost shake.
That the man had died once. And came back to life.
Now it was her turn to scream in her head a little.