71 Lunch

Allyria and Denize were already scuttling past the men unnoticeably.

They were cautious not to stumble on anything that might make a sound. Their speed was unusually fast due to the adrenaline rush. Allyria ran forward, every second barely escaping death. She felt as though her blood were on fire. Her limbs were moving on their own. She was disconnected from everything but the ever-present sound of her drumming heart.

These past few days, they never had enough rest or proper sleep. Allyria's vision was starting to get wild as the fatigue and apprehension was slowly closing on her. Her erratic breathing did nothing to help her at that moment. She wanted to collapse and tumble on the soft grassy ground but now was not the time to give in. Especially that she hasn't achieved anything from her mission yet.