Duke Sant rushed after the creature with a fierce look on his face.
His eyes were sharp.
His jaw was tight. He would not let it escape again.
Behind him, Elena's copy had just managed to recover from the kick.
She steadied herself in the air, wiped the corner of her lips, and rushed after him without delay.
"Fuck it!!" the creature cursed.
It grabbed its left arm stump with its right arm, trying to slow the bleeding. Blood still dripped down, falling like red rain.
"Earlier… I was lucky," it muttered to itself while flying at full speed. "If I had not moved my hand at that last moment…"
It did not finish the sentence. It did not need to.
It knew very well that if it had not created that tiny breath of time with its hand, Duke Sant's sword would have cut off its head.
Everything would have ended there.
The creature pushed itself harder.
Faster. Faster.
Wind screamed past its ears as it turned its head and locked eyes with Duke Sant.
Duke Sant was not far.
