After twenty minutes of flight, I had started to lose my head start advantage. The fucker chasing me was seriously fast and terrain was not stopping him.
I could hear him barging through trees and all sorts, but I didn't have time to look back, but I was almost at my target location. Just over the ridge. Ahead. My body was sweating heavily, I've never pushed myself to go this speed before, but fortunately I made it without disturbance.
Diving into the hole, I now had to travel even further, even faster in order to not die.
...
Vrakul paused his chase after proceeding above the ridgeline. He couldn't spot the cowardly slanderer. With his shoulders heaving up and down in rage, he scanned the area. Looking for anything out of place.
There was nothing of note on the horizon, he could see for miles and it was open plains for miles on the other side of the ridge.
