Amon ran faster.
His feet moved fast, almost on instinct, carrying him deeper into the forest as shadows wrapped around his legs to erase the sound of his steps. His breathing was heavy, but his mind was even louder.
That was close. Too close.
If the demons had noticed him even a second earlier, he wouldn't be alive right now. The thought sent a chill down his spine.
"Calm down… think," Amon muttered to himself while running.
He couldn't fight demons. Not yet. He knew that clearly. Corrupted beasts were one thing, but demons were on an entirely different level. Intelligent. Fast. Cruel. One mistake, and death would come instantly.
They were just like humans. And he knew they were not weak like him. They must be at least Master Rank.
So the only option was simple.
Run. Hide. Survive here. He couldn't go and ask them for help. Maybe it might have been different if they were either beastmen or elves.
But no. His luck was so cruel that those people were demons.
