The three hooded figures raced through the narrow alley, their footsteps striking against the concrete ground as they desperately tried to put as much distance between themselves and Thoren as possible.
Their breathing had become heavy, their chests rising and falling rapidly while their hearts pounded against their ribs.
Tension gripped them from inside out, making every passing second feel like a struggle.
They had not expected this.
They had watched Thoren from the shadows, believing that the chaos spreading through Glimmer District would give them enough cover to move freely.
Even when he appeared, they had never imagined that he would identify them so quickly, much less send his undead after them.
"Faster!" One of them shouted.
Their robes brushed against the walls as they passed. There was no need to look back as they could already hear them.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The heavy footsteps of the undead continued behind them, growing closer with every passing second.
