DESPAIR
"Now since you're dead, don't you think that it's a good idea to go hunt them down?" asked Varro as he played with the dead West Winds head.
He took a look into the distance wondering which way we might have run before he condensed wings on his feet as he shot into the distance in the actual direction which we had fled in.
It was just incredible, this was fate and at the same time a fucking nightmare! How was I supposed to know that of all directions he would fly in, it would be that direction and now I had no idea I was on a timer for my survival.
I was too busy wondering if there was any method to get faster as I browsed through the store of the system, I still found nothing which I could currently buy. Each and everything which could possibly easily increase my speed was costly.
"I don't think we can all keep running like this, especially him!" Enola said as he glanced at Pere who was clearly running on the very core of his existence, his life-force!