Chapter 272 Demons (2/2)

Some fled toward the center of the pass, away from the Remnants Others, perhaps better aware of the situation, hurried the opposite way, desperately trying to get past the monsters in the chaos

But either way, the attacks on Arran ca their way through the pass, it see that the reprieve couldn't last, he hurried over to Brightblade, who had come to a halt at the center of the pass There were no Demons for a dozen paces around her — doubtless, she had already cut down those not wise enough to stay clear of her

She spared hilance before her eyes turned back to the bear-shaped Remnant ”Follow ”

Without waiting for a reply, she set off at a run, charging straight into thedown those who stood in her way and ignoring all others

Arran followed behind her, struggling to keep up even with Brightblade clearing a path for hi even a ood reason, because with every second, the Re closer

Yet there was a Reht thehtblade approached thebehind her despite his fears for the battle ahead

But no battle cahtest as she passed the Renored her entirely, its focus solely on the Demons ahead of it A second later, Arran had passed it as well, and a surge of relief ran through his body

”Don't stop!” Brightblade shouted, her pace increasing now that nowith every shred of strength his body held, Arran just barely h the pace tested his li before the Remnants finished their feast, and he had no intention of finding out whether it would be enough to sate their appetite

They continued on for several hours at a full sprint, navigating the narrow mountain paths with reckless haste Arran ran until it felt like every , and even then, he

Then, suddenly, he felt so — the sudden absence of the blanket of Essence that had filled the h there were still plenty of mountains around them, he knew that they had passed the formation

This was further confir Then, finally, she came to a halt

”We made it,” she said, in a voice that held relief but no exhaustion

Arran did not answer Instead, he collapsed to the ground, now suddenly feeling the full weight of both his injuries and his exhaustion And for several ht his breath

When he finally sat up, he looked at Brightblade eary eyes She did not look the least bit tired, but Arran could see souessed

Yet Arran didn't worry about his injuries While they h to kill a commoner, he would recover from theave Brightblade a questioning look, then asked, ”What the hell were those things?”