'So far so good,' Azrael mused, sprinting through the fire he had created in order to buy himself time.
He glanced at the current results; his team was in the lead with two points while the other had just one.
There were less than five minutes until the end of the game. More than enough time for a Champion to cross all the rocks, reach their flag, and claim another point should they steal Azrael's flag.
He couldn't afford to slip up at any cost.
With him being in the lead, there was no reason to go towards his base; he just had to play the game of cat and mouse for a few minutes until the timer ran out, claiming victory for his faction.
His movement began to slow down, not due to exhaustion but due to the coldness that seeped deep in his bones.
Truth Devourer provided him with protection, not with warmth. Still, he wasn't going to complain.
