They stood there for exactly half a heartbeat, then reality screamed at them.
"RUN."
Sel didn't ask who said it. He just exploded into motion, his feet striking stone hard enough to echo, his sect uniform blowing behind him like an airbag.
Bahamut followed a split second later with Ren sprawled on his shoulder, his ears flattened, while his claws dug into the fabric for dear life.
The moment Bahamut moved, the suppressors reminded him again that they existed... hard.
It felt like sprinting with the sea strapped to your spine. His legs burned instantly, his muscles protesting, his bones complaining like they'd filed a formal grievance. The world pressed down on him, making him feel like gravity had a personal vendetta with him.
Still, he smiled.
'System,' Bahamut said in his mind, though on the outside, his breath was already heavy. 'You better not do any shit!'
No response, as expected.
