The urgency of the situation was palpable as the demons closed in with terrifying speed. Their chilling laughter and the thunderous beat of their flying beasts' wings filled the air, creating a symphony of dread. Old Meg, with his daughter perched on his shoulders, knew all too well the horrors that awaited them if caught. The gladiator pits were a fate worse than death, a place of endless suffering and brutality.
Heeding no further thought to Gonvo's betrayal, Old Meg's focus sharpened on survival. "RUN!!!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the night like a knife. The group sprang into action, their flight fueled by sheer terror and the instinct to live.
As they dashed toward the safety of Glenn's territory, Old Meg risked a glance back. The sight that met his eyes was the stuff of nightmares – demons riding on grotesque winged beasts, their mouths twisted in grotesque smiles as they relished the hunt.