Far ahead, Runar tore through the void at a speed that made his earlier movement look restrained.
Space folded and unfolded around him in rapid succession. The residual scars of his own disintegration wave flashed past and vanished. Distant monster signatures registered and were ignored. Nothing else mattered except the single aura racing toward the Pseudo-Paragon's location.
He could feel her still ahead of him. Not by a large margin, but enough that catching up would require everything he currently possessed.
His mind remained cold and precise even at that velocity.
She is fast. But not impossibly fast.
That detail mattered.
If she had been a true Paragon descending with full power, she would have arrived already. The distance would have meant nothing. The layer itself would have bent to her will. There would have been no race. There would have been no chance.
But she was not moving like that.
