Ethan was running—or trying to, at least. The wind whipped past him, his legs pumping with everything he had, but it felt like chasing after a storm.
Elias, Celia, and Marie moved ahead with astonishing ease, their speed so natural it was almost infuriating to watch. Ethan, on the other hand, felt like an old bicycle struggling to keep pace with motorbikes.
Celia glanced back, her sharp eyes narrowing. "At this rate, Ethan, we might as well stop for tea. We'll never get there on time if we're waiting for you."
Ethan gritted his teeth, the sting of her words hitting harder than he cared to admit. He wasn't one to back down from a challenge, but this was more than just a challenge—it was humiliating. And yet, something deep inside told him that he had a way out.
The System.
