He could feel the large group of pursuing Awakened behind them, their energy signatures a chaotic mix of greed and aggression.
They were being tracked, and he was going to lead them straight into the jaws of a monster.
The chase was intense and chaotic.
The bright red and orange trees of the Yang region blurred as Nyx, in her large wolf form, ran through the undergrowth.
Her powerful paws pounded a frantic rhythm against the soft, warm earth, each stride a small explosion of displaced soil.
The wind shrieked around them, a high-pitched song of desperate flight, carrying the crude, taunting shouts of the twenty-some recruits chasing them with the intensity of a starving pack.
"They're gaining on us, Vance!" Ayra's voice roared from her perch atop Nyx's broad, furry back, her fiery red hair whipping wildly behind her.
She clung on with one hand, the other resting impatiently on the haft of her great-axe.
