Corey moved.
And each step he took covered dozens of meters, sometimes even hundreds, as he alternated between teleporting through the void and using Lightning Movement Art.
From the moment he vanished from beside the unconscious members of the Thirteenth Dawn, he had been moving at a speed that would have boggled the minds of Kieran and the rest.
And he was doing this with a calm and indifferent expression.
The Dying City was massive. Much more massive than he initially assumed. The deeper he went, the more he realized just how unfathomably large this city was.
The streets seemed endless. The buildings towered above the earth with an architecture that would baffle and stun the minds of mortals. The roads twisted upon themselves like serpents eating their own tails. And some alleys seemed to stretch beyond time.
'How long would it have taken me to get this far if I was still with the Thirteenth Dawn?'
He didn't need to answer because he already knew the answer.
