The sprawling city of Meteor City stretched out below.
It was a chaotic sea of neon signs, flashing billboards, and towering skyscrapers.
Scott clutched his grappling hook gun tightly and tightened his jaw as the cold wind whipped against his face.
Behind him, Mist struggled to keep up but managed to fire a blast of scalding vapor. The attack curved around a streetlamp and slammed into the path of the Dark Elf, giving them a brief moment of relief… but Scott knew it wouldn't slow their pursuer for long.
He darted through the crowded streets, leaping over parked cars and weaving between buses with practiced ease.
『I was supposed to be the one doing the hunting! Fuck!』
Reaching a streetlamp, he scaled it quickly and used it as a springboard to launch himself to another one nearby. Landing with a smooth roll, he was already on his feet, sprinting forward at a pace that left most people in the dust.
