The sound of crumbling stone echoed behind them, sealing the tunnel and Isabelle along with it.
Damien didn't stop running. He couldn't.
But with every step his boots pounded against the rusted metal floor of the tunnel, a voice in his head screamed.
Weak.
It wasn't the voice of the System or a demon. It was his own.
'So what if I reached 7th order, in face of true powerhouses I can still only run!'
'Right now the only way I can save everyone is if I end using all my dp for temporary boost, but if the heavenly demon interferes, even that is for nothing'
Thinking of this, he vaulted over a steam pipe, dragging the wheezing Elian Vance behind him.
'I swore to take everything. To hoard my people like treasure. And yet, here I am, running away while my maid fights an army for me.'
His grip on the Pantheon Sword tightened until his leather gloves creaked.
