"Huh... damn chains," Efan hissed between ragged breaths, his face covered in sweat and dust. His eyes flicked back nervously. A long, blood-stained chain shot after him through the air, following his every movement like a living creature.
Efan soared through the sky at high speed, piercing clouds and leaving trails of wind in his wake. He zigzagged through air currents, dodging the pursuing chains that lashed out, trying to slice him from every direction.
For two days straight, he'd been fighting non-stop against a Grandmaster from the Maledictus Sect—a masked man infamous for his cruelty and relentless pursuit. Efan had only survived this long thanks to his quick thinking and a wide array of high-grade combat gear. But his stamina was running low. His breath was heavy. His heart pounded. And still, the enemy showed no signs of giving up.
