The cult leader burst through the hallway like a man possessed, his black robes trailing behind him, boots pounding against broken tiles. He didn't look back—not until he heard a furious voice echo behind him.
"Where do you think you're going!?"
Adrian had snapped out of his stunned daze, surging forward with burning resolve. He gritted his teeth, shield clutched tightly in one hand, sword gleaming in the other.
But no matter how hard he pushed, the gap only widened.
'Damn it! He's faster!'
Of course he was. Adrian was still F-rank, and the leader, judging by his presence and control, was at least E-rank. Worse—Adrian had no speed-enhancing skills or movement gear. His build was a Tanker, not a rogue .
'I can't let him get away!'
His muscles screamed as he forced himself to move faster.
Ahead, the cult leader grimaced as he glanced over his shoulder, spotting Adrian still on his tail despite the odds.
