"Keep running, don't stop!"
Accompanied by Sherryl's urging voice, Thales and his companions trampled over the sewage beneath their feet as they fled for their lives through the dim tunnel.
A strange white smoke filled the tunnel, continuously seeping through crevices, rising from the ground and even the walls, obscuring their vision and significantly slowing their pace.
"Damn it, how did that bastard..."
Golov held a torch, following behind Thales and Sherryl, occasionally pressing his forehead in pain, clearly not yet free from the influence of the superpower: "How did he find us?"
Rolff's disgruntled snort came from behind him, followed by Kathryn's painful cry.
"I have a subordinate—hiss—Sandy is a dog breeder, that includes, includes hounds, with very keen noses," Illusion Blade complained from Rolff's back, being jolted and grunting continuously, "When we got here, covered in blood, the smell of, of blood—ugh!"
