For more than an hour, the chase had stretched on like a relentless storm. William ran with everything he had, while the Black Crow King swooped down, pecking at him with vicious precision. His head felt like it was on the verge of exploding from the creature's mental attacks, and every muscle in his body screamed in pain. Desperation clawed at him as he struggled to keep up his pace, knowing that stopping would mean death.
Whenever he was close to breaking, he pulled out the lantern to light his way, its divine glow offering a brief reprieve from the oppressive darkness the crow brought with it. But he had no intention of turning back to fight. Not against this beast. The Black Crow King was an extraordinary creature, but compared to other enemies, like the werewolf demons, it lacked the same path for advancement. Its strength was wild and raw, and its level was high, but it was a creature stuck in its form, unable to evolve beyond its nature.
