'Fall back!'
Conrad had hoped for a miracle, and fortune, however fickle, finally shone on him.
That sudden attack from those four applicants had created the perfect opening, giving him just enough time to grab Meliora and make a run for it.
Currently, his breath came in ragged gasps as he bolted through the dense forest. With the unconscious Mel cradled in his arms like a princess.
Thankfully, her small, light body made carrying her manageable, but it was far from being effortless.
Not in his current state.
His body protested with every step he took, the fatigue of pushing [Devil's Presence] beyond its limits began to settle deep into his bones.
Every muscle burned, and his legs screamed for a break. But he couldn't stop. Not now.
Not yet.
Not with those two maniacs hot on his heels.
