Kaleb quickly helped Mikaela hoist Leonard onto her back. The unconscious swordsman was a dead weight, and Mikaela staggered slightly under the load, her recently healed arms straining.
Kaleb grabbed both their discarded packs and slung them awkwardly over his shoulders. Then, they ran.
Not with the blinding speed of Ghost Steps, nor the enhanced power of ELEV. They ran low and fast, relying purely on muscle and adrenaline, their footsteps splashing through the muddy swamp floor.
Any significant disturbance in the ambient mana, any flare of Neumond energy, would be a beacon, drawing Skullcrusher directly to them.
The Wailing Wetlands became a terrifying labyrinth. The dense fog swirled, sometimes concealing them, sometimes threatening to reveal them. The twisted trees cast grotesque shadows, every gnarled root looking like a lurking monster.
