They kept moving for a while after that. Whenever a building lurched too close or a house dragged itself into their path, Clyde brought it down without hesitation.
Cracks split walls, beams collapsed, and the structures died with long, grinding screams. EXP notifications flickered and vanished without comment.
Mina followed his rhythm, striking when needed, conserving energy when she could. Because she was not as strong as Clyde.
But even with their levels, fatigue crept in.
Their breathing grew heavier and their muscles burned. Stamina did not regenerate fast enough to match the pace this world demanded.
After putting enough distance between themselves and the main streets, Clyde slowed and raised a hand.
"Come here," he said quietly.
They slipped into a narrow alley tucked between two low buildings. The walls were chipped and stained, old concrete packed so tightly together that even light struggled to reach the ground.
