Evan was running for his life.
The horde of those strange creatures behind him showed no signs of slowing down, and he was still desperately scanning his surroundings for anything he could use to shake them off.
Beside him, Seraphine floated effortlessly through the air as if this were a leisurely stroll. She watched the scene with what could only be described as mild entertainment.
"You know, if you keep running we'll never get out of here," she said, as if that weren't already painfully obvious to him.
"What else do you want me to do? Have you seen those things? I have no idea how strong they are, but I can already tell they're not nearly as easy to deal with as they look," he shot back, not slowing down for even a second.
Seraphine shook her head.
"I already told you, if it were anyone else, they'd be completely powerless here. But that doesn't apply to you." It was nothing more than a repetition of what she had already told him before.
