Things had happened so fast. One moment, the giant bone dragon was focused on eliminating Cole and his team, but the next, its attention snapped toward the distant figure of Zich.
Already, he was moving before the thought could fully form.
Boot slamming against the ground, he pushed off the rock without looking back, his heart pounding as if it might burst out of his chest.
ROOOOAR!
A deafening roar followed behind him, yet he refused to turn. The scorching breath of the creature pressed closer with every second.
'Run! Just run!'
No plan came to mind. No direction mattered. Even the soul orb he had been feeling proud of moments ago no longer held value. His body acted on instinct alone, legs driving him forward as fast as they could.
"What is that idiot doing here?"
The sight of Zich caught Cole off guard. The same promising player who had drawn the Association's attention was now running straight into disaster.
