Ralph ran as fast as he could, his body pushed far beyond what he thought possible as the wind howled around him.
It had been five minutes since he broke away.
Those five minutes felt like an eternity in his mind.
His thoughts spiraled uncontrollably, colliding with each other as panic and urgency twisted together in his chest. He was worried about Teclos and Gillard—terribly worried—but at the same time, another heavy thought loomed over him. The scale of this… whatever this was… didn't feel right.
That one slash from that massive orc.
The memory of it burned into his mind—the way it had carved through the forest, cutting down trees like they were nothing more than grass. Even now, thinking back on it made his stomach churn.
'I'm not even sure…' he thought grimly, pushing forward. '…if all of Kolma comes… would it even matter?'
All of those thoughts lingered in his mind, dark and suffocating.
But right now, he had to push them to the back of his mind and run.
