About an hour had passed since the attack they had endured. It had been one hellish hour.
Zaroth's eyes scanned the ground below, gaze focused on the sprinting figure that was running towards them without rest.
The Dullahan was still hot on their tail. After some time, Eldros had managed to spot the being that was running below them. Since then, Zaroth's gaze hadn't left the being for even a fraction of a second.
"What is it made of?" he muttered under his breath. He knew that the thing was undead — it lacked a head, after all — not to mention that it had endless stamina.
"Can't you shoot it down?" Eldros complained, an irritated expression on his face.
Zaroth simply shook his head. He knew if he tried to burn the thing with Luna's fire breath, it would be meaningless.
"For some reason, I doubt it will die this easily," he answered.
Eldros gritted his teeth in frustration. With a simple gesture, he sat on his bottom and began inspecting the front for any potential enemies.
