Chapter 88: Deja Vu (1)
In a ragged uniform, a frantic soldier dashed through the dense forest. His breaths came in hurried gasps as he dodged trees and leapt over roots, careful to not make any noise that would attract more trouble towards him.
However, the ones following him didn’t think the same and kept attracting monsters behind them. The soldier didn’t bother looking behind. The constant growls were enough to remind him of his position as a group of tribals rode on the backs of direwolves, chasing him relentlessly.
The soldier’s worn boots pounded against the forest floor, leaves crunching beneath his feet as he desperately ran for his life. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst out.
But no matter how fast he ran, the tribals on their fierce mounts were hot on his trail. Their shouts to kill echoed through the trees as they slowly closed in on him.
The soldier’s uniform, worn and torn from battles, got stuck to a tree, forcing the man to reveal his injuries as the shirt was torn from his body.
The smell of blood would definitely attract some monsters towards him. But the man couldn’t risk stopping and getting caught by the Banurs chasing him.
With fear etched on his face, he glanced over his shoulder, catching glimpses of the direwolves closing in. Their howls echoed through the forest, and his heart went into overdrive as the man ran with all his might.
The soldier pushed himself, his tired legs barely carrying him through the maze-like forest. However, the tribals, skilled in the ways of the wilderness, showed no signs of slowing down. Direwolves snarled as they got closer to their prey, their pursuit fueled by the thrill of the chase.
The wolves were merely a couple of inches behind the soldier when his luck ran out, and he tripped on a tree root.