Chapter 93

• Emeriel pushed himself harder. The woods, so familiar from a life spent hunting and scavenging to feed himself and Aekeira, were now his sanctuary and his weapon.
• The snap of branches and the dry rustle of leaves beneath his feet marked his passage. Every step was a frantic blur, leaving behind only the echo of his rapid heartbeat as he vanished into the depths of the woods.
• "Bloody hell! Where is he!?" The fading cry marked his progress – for now. But the ceaseless chase was taking its toll.