Run!
His legs moved with frenetic speed, pushing up plumes of dust with every step, bellowing behind him like a mad desert.
Dark dirt, wet and sloppy, sloshed beneath his feet, trying to pull him in with every step, yet he didn't falter. Leonidas spared a glance behind him and immediately regretted it.
A massive pilgrim was chasing him, easily a dozen meters tall, a hulking smith of metal and madness. Wicked spikes jutted from the beast's back, stretching high, piercing the thick blanket of branches that blotted out the sky.
They were black in color, the same as the razor-sharp tips Leonidas had seen when he was riding his umbrella.
What mad luck I have!
To think he encountered the very thing that he had been trying to avoid, how terribly cruel fate was. Leonidas chuckled bitterly, but it came out as a violent, blood-filled cough.
