The Scarred Soldier's boots pounded against the forest floor, his breathing ragged as he pushed himself harder, faster.
The others followed close behind, their faces etched with panic and exhaustion.
Despite their best efforts to outrun him, Lyerin's laughter grew louder with every step, the haunting sound chasing them like a shadow.
It was as though the air itself carried his voice, wrapping it around them, taunting them, and crushing their resolve.
"He's toying with us!" Theran shouted between breaths, his voice breaking under the strain. "He knows exactly what he's doing!"
"Shut up!" the Scarred Soldier barked, his tone harsh but laced with the same fear they all felt. "Focus on running!"