The shadows of the forest were becoming ironically more prominent as dawn's sun began to rise. The shifting low lights of the infantile morning pulled long streams of darkness out from the tall, ancient trees. In the monotony, the only thing that seemed to break the silence were the shifting of leaves and the light steps of a pair of speedy cultivators.
Theron followed after Scholar McIntyre, who didn't seem to care enough to bind him or restrict him in any way. Not too far off, the Alpha followed as well, its steps even lighter and harder to register in the movement of the forest.
It had already been four days since they left the hideout, and in that time, the two had exchanged not even a single word. But the pace felt breakneck.
What shocked Scholar McIntyre the most was that Theron had been able to keep up just fine. He was outpacing most low-tier Gold Mancers in stamina and speed.
