Millis ran between the mountain and hills, chased by the flying wyvern and a human above her.
They had recovered from their stupor caused by Millis's sudden actions to escape.
Millis groaned, quickening her sprint as well as imbuing her legs with mana. Furthering the power behind her steps.
Every now and then, she would try to shoot them down from the sky, but ultimately, she paid attention to running.
Occasionally, she would switch tactics, using the sword as mobility to cross the rocky terrains and boost her forward.
But this did leave her with a few scrapes from her falls.
Eventually, in the upper corner of her eyes, she saw Gram's small, distant figure up on the cliff side.
And...
He had seen her as well.
The beastly man knelt on the cliff, looking over the edge as he watched as Millis was chased by a ferocious wyvern with eye-catching scales.
