Slowly, second after second dragged by as the old man fled for his life. Each breath tore painfully from his chest, his lungs burning as if they might burst at any moment. Fear twisted his expression into something ugly, while disbelief clung stubbornly in his eyes, refusing to fade.
He ran with everything he had... no, more than everything he had. He burned through his remaining vitality without hesitation, pushing his body past what it should have been capable of. Yet no matter how desperately he ran, he couldn't shake Grey.
Grey had already stepped into the Foundation Establishment Realm. More than that, he had become the Scion of the Wind Monarch and inherited a fragment of that terrifying legacy. Speed, for him, was no longer just movement, it was authority.
