Teclos, Gillard, and Ralph tore through the forest as fast as they could. Branches whipped past their faces and snapped against their shoulders, the forest blurring around them as they fled at full speed.
Panic was written clearly across Teclos's face.
'Shit, shit, shit… how the hell are orcs here?!'
His mind raced just as fast as his body, every instinct screaming at him to get away.
Ralph, still not fully grasping the situation, called out between breaths, his tone half-joking despite the speed they were pushing.
"Dude, why did you piss your pants suddenly?"
Gillard shot Teclos a quick glance as he ran, his brows furrowing as he also began to notice just how serious Teclos looked.
"Yeah… what's with you?" he added, though there was already a hint of unease creeping into his voice.
Teclos raised his voice just enough for them to hear him clearly, his tone sharp and urgent.
