Julius stepped out from the spatial tear with Rosalina still cradled securely in his arms.
The distorted space behind them slowly sealed itself as though nothing had ever happened, leaving only the quiet wilderness stretching endlessly before them.
He didn't stop for even a single second. The moment his feet touched the ground, he accelerated toward the east with all the speed he could muster.
The teleportation had barely covered a kilometer, nowhere near enough to place them beyond danger. More importantly, he had only until midnight before everything he had delayed through Event Horizon came crashing down upon him.
Once that happened, simply remaining conscious would become a challenge, let alone continuing their escape.
"...Fuck."
The curse escaped his lips as he glanced down at Rosalina resting in his arms. She had lost consciousness the instant they entered the spatial tear, her breathing faint but steady as her body remained completely limp against him.
