I kept running, and I looked at the Caleuche as I did so, the huge machine of destruction that was now on the ground.
The majestic, dark slaughter ship was right in front of us. It was massive, covering a really big area, and it was busy recovering the energy it had used to fly. Apart from that, its front was facing me at a diagonal angle.
I was being watched, everyone on that ship was looking at me right now.
I directed my armor to my legs. Then a certain amount of the armor, which slid over my skin and clothes like a liquid, concentrated below my waist and I started to run even faster.
As long as I get to the other side of the mountain I'm running on, as long as I step into the North Holar, I'll be safe. I have to be fast.
I can't be caught by them. I definitely can't be caught...
As I was running, I suddenly thought of something. I thought for a moment about the boy I'd left behind.