"Ah… Ah…"
Lyra panted as she took her first step.
Thud.
Her boot pressed against the damaged platform, forcing a small piece of broken stone beneath it to roll away.
Then she took another step.
Thud.
"Ah… Ah… Ah…"
Her breathing became rougher, and every breath came out through clenched teeth as she continued moving forward.
Yet her steps were becoming faster.
Thud.
Thud.
"Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
The rhythm of her footsteps continued to increase.
Her body was already battered from the previous exchange. Blood still marked her skin and training cloth, and the dagger remained stabbed through the palm of her injured hand, making every movement of that arm painful.
But Lyra kept walking.
Then her walking became a run.
Boom!
Her speed suddenly increased.
