Adrian's legs moved before his mind fully caught up.
The cave floor shuddered beneath his boots as he sprinted deeper in, heat licking at his back like the breath of some enraged beast. Behind him, the panicked screams of Wyatt's group mingled with the roar of flame and the thunderous crack of detonating runes.
He didn't look back.
He didn't need to.
His budding spirit sense painted a vivid picture in his mind. Scarlet lines blazed across stone. Arrows of condensed fire Qi shredded flesh and rock alike as they rained through the cave.
He didn't even have time to feel satisfied at Wyatt and his team's misfortune. As one life after another winked out in his perception, he felt only a deep, bone-deep urgency.
'This formation is a trap!' he thought.
As he ran for his life, he didn't move in a straight line, but instead ran in a zig-zag pattern to avoid stray arrows. As soon as he moved, an arrow whizzed past his head, causing him to stumble and almost lose his footing.
