Rosette's keen eyes locked onto the fleeing figure disappearing into the forest's shadows. Without hesitation, she darted after him, her boots soundless against the soft earth. The cold night air bit at her cheeks, but her focus was razor-sharp.
"He's fast."
Rosette muttered, pushing herself to move even faster.
The man ahead stumbled briefly but quickly regained his footing. His hooded form weaved through the dense trees with practiced agility, though his frantic glances over his shoulder betrayed growing panic.
"Running only makes this worse. Stop now, and you might live to see the next dawn."
Rosette yelled, but the figure she was running after refused to stop and listen to her. If anything, it ran even faster, causing Rosette to pick up her spell as well.
The figure didn't respond. Instead, he abruptly changed direction, heading toward a narrow, rocky trail. Rosette narrowed her eyes.
