[The Crimson Accord's flag has been stolen!]
'Troublesome.' Azrael cursed bitterly in his mind. He hadn't known that stealing the flag would have alerted every Chosen part of the battle.
Still, that didn't mean he was screwed; the fact that he had managed to get a grasp of the enemy's flag was much better than he could have anticipated.
Not even a second later he dashed backwards, eager to escape from the gazes of the Chosen.
Naturally, once the Chosen were alerted of their flag being stolen, they halted their charge at Cinder and went towards Azrael instead.
'The Remembrance helped me a ton; all that is left now is outrunning them.'
A chill passed over his spine hearing dozens of footsteps behind him. There was no doubt that numerous people were eager to take his life.
Telling himself to focus, he extended his senses to the limit, pushing his body even further.
Jumping off the rock he had been on, he headed for the next one, following his rapid escape route.
