~WHOOOSH!~
Branches whipped across Luca's face as he sped through the thick forest, the shadowy undergrowth masking his footsteps as he dashed past twisted roots and underbrush.
"Huu… haaa…" He took short shallow breaths as he kept his gaze on the path before him. The escort soldiers and their Knight couldn't be far off now; he just needed to keep this pace up a little longer.
Yet, there was something lurking behind him—a presence that had crept into his senses like a chill on his spine.
It was subtle, but unmistakable.
'They're the same shadowy people I noticed back at the Saints Cult.' He thought to himself.
'Why are they after me?!'
The figures tailing him were cautious, trailing him just far enough that he couldn't see them but could feel their piercing gaze.
Luca's mind worked quickly, racing through possibilities.
