Alaric kept running. The air that rushed through his nose now seemed to chase him, in sync with his desperate, lightning-fast pace. Every beat of his heart felt like it was stabbing his chest, but his eyes never wavered from the two figures ahead.
The man, who appeared somewhat intimidating, never stopped, not even for a second. He ran with force, his speed impressive, his feet pounding the ground with a rhythm that seemed unshakable. The black boots he wore slammed against the earth with loud thuds, in perfect harmony with the small chains hanging from his waist, which jingled with each step.
Ahead of this man was a boy, barely a child, clearly exhausted. His small body couldn't keep up with the stamina of an adult. Every now and then, he looked back, his fear intensifying as the distance between him and his pursuer narrowed. His face was pale, sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes were wide with panic as he saw the gap closing in.
