Ethan's legs burned with every step as he struggled to keep up with Hale, whose speed seemed unyielding. Despite the urgency of their situation, Ethan felt the strain in his muscles growing, the fatigue from the earlier battle weighing him down.
They had been climbing the stairs for quite some time now, and it was starting to take its toll. Hale was faster—too fast for Ethan—and it showed in the frustration of his tone.
"Move faster, will you?" Hale called over his shoulder, his voice tinged with impatience. "We don't have time to dawdle!"
Ethan gritted his teeth, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "I'm trying… just not as fast as you."
Hale didn't bother responding; instead, he pushed ahead, his steps sure and rapid as he navigated the corridors with practiced ease. Ethan, however, took a moment to glance down at the system notification.
