Daru decisively turned west, running along the edges of whatever it was that he was stepping on with gritted teeth.
This forced route gave the Verdant Runebark and the other spawns behind it a chance to effectively close the distance, wasting a few minutes of effort.
"These things are persistent…" he muttered cursingly, glancing at his pursuers from time to time.
Thankfully, aside from the Verdant Runebark occasionally making problems for Daru through roots that always failed to capture him every time, his concern was mostly on the stamina side.
Would he run out before shaking the hostile evergreens off his trail?
Naturally, Daru was determined not to allow this to happen, as it would mean losing a second life.
He couldn't help but wonder how the other representatives — both his kin and those from other races — were faring.
'Probably not much better than me…'
