Soren kicked hard against the ground, eyes blindfolded, the wind in his hair as he spread his arms, tapping each and every ore stone he could reach.
Behind him, there were already at least twenty antibodies chasing after him.
These immortal creatures that fired off acid spits from their mouths like bullets from a machine gun were relentless.
Soren was not even allowed the fraction of a second to pause and catch his breath.
If not for Chronovore's arrival the other day—contributing greatly to his body healing—he would have died after he touched the second ore stone.
Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.
Again, just like the first time. He felt their attacks enter his sphere.
In his mind's eye, he could already observe the swift approaching attack.
All of his senses could.
That 3D image of his environment. It was clear as day. Too clear, in fact.
He spat at the corner in disgust as he easily dodged their attacks.
