Rushing through the maze alleyway path, Mo Fan's eyes were fixed forward. He didn't really know where he was going, but he could tell the path to follow—particularly due to the strong aura lingering in the air.
His footsteps weren't the only ones around; there was another.
Mo Fan's ears twitched as he registered a second set of footfalls behind him—heavy thuds that matched his own pace. Without breaking stride, he twisted his neck mid-run to glance behind him.
His familiar—ten feet of rippling muscle covered in red-blood skin, tusks protruding from its lower jaw, and eyes that glowed with red energy—was following Mo Fan loyally, moving with surprising fluidity for a creature of its size. The orc's massive frame struggled to fit in the narrow passage as its broad shoulders scraped the alley walls, creating sparks.
Mo Fan's face scrunched in disgust—not at his familiar, but due to the absence of his teammates. They truly decided against following him.
