Between the branches of the trees and the city, a figure moved desperately, getting as far away as possible.
But Brandon already had him in his sights. He started running at full speed again, propelling himself with the strength of his legs and his own spirituality.
The strength of his legs pushed to the limit closed the distance between him and several puppets, which he had to push out of the way with his strength.
These puppets, although they managed to slow him down considerably, were broken in half, but they would not die, for they were shadows. Even so, they should not be able to get up in the short time.
Or so Brandon believed.
But suddenly, as he ran after the thief, he felt an oppressive force hitting him from the side and pulling him in the opposite direction from where he was going.
'Am I being dragged?' He looked behind him and noticed a huge hand from a giant shadow beast hitting him from the side.
