Forward… Arthur ran forward.
Arthur dashed forward with all his being, putting every ounce of strength, skill and essence into rushing forward. Gripped by fear and the relentless determination or rather desperation to survive, this was all the prince could think about after setting eyes on the obsidian abomination's humanoid form.
'Faster! Faster! More Essence! One step after the other! Faster steps! Longer strides! Come on! Keep going, White!' he yelled within his mind.
Unfortunately for him, his Air Battle Arts had not yet amassed enough speed to outrun the creature chasing him. And given the fact that he was running uphill in a place whose soil had the basic qualities of cookie dough, picking up speed was hard.
At this point, Arthur was more than frightened out of his mind. He was mentally squealing for the Sun God's divine flames, blessings and divine intervention.