Chapter 157 - EVO
***Tirnanog, Thich Fortress City***
***Magnus***
The Thich guard ran down the street towards me, screaming for me to stop. For the last ten minutes, they had been tracking me by smell or some other sense. I had no clue how. Worst case, they had some stupid psychic ability which allowed them to follow the path I took no matter where I went.
Whatever they did, it was bullshit overpowered and I was getting tired.
“Curse Gunnar and his stupid plans!” I lamented, hissing as I flash-stepped five times in a row.
Carrying a dead body while doing so wasn’t easy and it made my muscles burn. The spacial distortion field which allowed me to ignore air resistance had some restrictions in size and shape, meaning carrying an unshapely mass as large as myself went with exponentially more effort. And a dead body was an excellent example.
I just hoped Gunnar wouldn’t get too used to me coming running whenever he used the UI to call for help. He was already giving me the feeling that he was using this option much too liberally.
My final flash step brought me onto the roof of one of those living cubicles which looked like the fever dream of an architect from the eighties. Though on second thought, there must have been some serious drug usage at play. Otherwise, I couldn’t imagine how someone could cobble together a setup as disturbing as Thich City.
Dropping the body, I ducked and turned around while narrowing my eyes to prevent the faint glow which was emanating from them to give away my position. It was night and I had skipped approximately fifty metres ahead of the guard, hoping it would be enough to throw them off my trail.