A boy with black hair was sprinting for his life.
That boy was me.
And behind me, less than three steps behind me, was a fifteen-foot, pitch-black sabre-toothed tiger whose entire existence could be summarised as: murder first, roar later.
Its claws were the size of my torso.
Its breath smelled like it lived off the souls of disappointed parents.
And its footsteps shook the damn forest.
My beautiful, majestic and mysterious golden eyes were wide.
Wide with terror.
Wide with adrenaline.
But also
Yeah.
I'll admit it.
A crazed smile was stretched across my face.
{You crazy-ass bastard, talking to yourself while a giant kitten is chasing you. I'd almost be disappointed in you… if I'd ever had expectations to begin with.}
I ignored him.
The world around us was pure carnage. Massive eruptions of dirt and mana shook the ground. Trees were being uprooted like blades of grass. Shockwaves blasted through the air so violently that my hair kept smacking me in the face.
