Adam kept moving.
His shoes pressed against the damp forest floor, his strides casual, but his senses were razor-sharp. His wings twitched, ready to move at a moment's notice, and his fingers flexed as he controlled the barrier of air buried beneath the soil.
His stalkers were patient.
No sudden attacks.
No reckless lunges.
They were just by all means of the word, hunting him.
And as time went on, his unease grew, but he tried to remain calm, and not to show it.
『They're maintaining a steady distance, but their formation is shifting Master』
Said the System, as she continued by saying.
『Two are circling ahead, likely to cut off your route. The others are adjusting their positions, boxing you in』
Adam smirked slightly.
"So they're not just mindless beasts, huh?"
"...Well, whatever they are that is."
He muttered.
