Nuke
Seth couldn't make sense of where the path Zera had drawn was leading him, but at this point, it didn't matter.
His trust in her, something he had previously questioned, now felt like his last lifeline.
The navigation's glowing trail hovered ahead like a beacon, pulling him forward with its sharp turns and impossible speed.
The forest gradually thinned, its protective canopy giving way to an open expanse.
Grassland stretched endlessly ahead, its gentle swaying concealing the dangers that lurked behind him.
His instincts screamed that this was the worst place to be.
He was utterly exposed.
If his pursuers had any projectiles and of course, they did, this was where they'd strike.
He kept running, his breath coming in sharp gasps, legs burning as the timer in his vision blared its red digits.
[00:25].
Seth wanted to scream.
Was this the best survival route Zera could calculate?