Kira and Zeyra were right behind him, matching the pace without any visible struggle.
Kira keeping up was understandable. She was a veteran Layer 2 Spirit Warrior who had spent years running, fighting, and surviving in the Great Orrath.
She practically lived in this kind of terrain.
But Zeyra?
The three leopard warriors nearly stumbled.
She had just awoken her spirit in this year's batch, She was supposed to be the weakest one here in terms of raw physical enhancement. And yet she was gliding through the undergrowth like it was nothing… her body moving with unnatural smoothness, bending and weaving around obstacles with almost liquid grace.
Torin's mouth hung open slightly as he ran.
What the actual fuck? (Not the actual wording, but it was almost the same.)
Bran nearly tripped over a root because he was so distracted staring at Zeyra's effortless movements. Kael just looked plain insulted, like someone had personally slapped his ancestors.
