Zion cut corners left and right, dashing through smaller streets filled with homeless people.
As he pushed himself, he felt his lungs burn on a whole other level and his calves beginning to give up.
[They weren't shaken off,] Uriel said quietly. [Their current speed is faster than yours too… At this rate, they'll overtake you in twenty seconds.]
Zion didn't know what to say, knowing this situation was far from good.
He tried to push himself even further, but quickly stopped as he felt the edges of his vision darken from the lack of oxygen.
'Do I really have to fight two D-ranks and a C-rank?' he wondered, frustration seeping through while calculating his options.
He took another turn, then another, cutting through busy alleys that should've slowed them down.
But each time, Uriel told him that they were only getting closer.
Deep inside, he knew that he couldn't continue like this anymore.
