Every so often, his feet scraped the ground, making him tuck himself in even tighter, too petrified to risk falling.
Addison, meanwhile, clung tightly to Shura's thick fur with one hand while cradling the bundle of cloth in the other. She leaned closer to the wolf's body to keep herself from falling off as Shura dashed at full speed through the cave.
Even the hallway they had passed earlier was now beginning to crumble, chunks of debris scattering across their path. Shura weaved and maneuvered around them without slowing, while Maxwell and Levi trailed just a few feet behind, straining to match its pace.
As Addison pressed herself closer to Shura's body, the world narrowed to the deafening rumble of falling limestone and the pounding of Shura's wild heartbeat beneath her. The beast was nervous too—she could feel it in every jolt of muscle—but it poured all its strength into speed. Each massive paw struck the ground with such force that deep imprints were left in its path.
