After receiving the global notification that both the [Primordial Goddess] and her [Primordial Chosen One] had been eliminated,
Alex and Kaelios didn't slow down for even a moment.
The implications were clear.
A battle had just ended.
Blood had already been spilled.
And that meant two things, one side had survived and was most likely recovering, while the others, just like them, would be hunting.
In this stage of the [Chosen Games], hesitation was death.
Everyone still standing was dangerous, and every second spent idling increased the risk of being ambushed.
Even with the [GPS] function keeping track of the remaining gods and chosen ones, they couldn't afford to relax.
Complacency would be fatal.
So they kept moving.
For the next twenty minutes, Alex and Kaelios moved at near-blinding speed, tearing through the strange and twisted landscapes of the [Creators' Domain].
