The surroundings unfolded in Dean's mind like a three-dimensional landscape. Then, his body instinctively exerted force, borrowed momentum, and burst forward, transforming the rugged mountain terrain into what felt like flat ground beneath his feet.
The wind howled against him.
At this moment, Dean felt no pain.
He only felt a surge of heat. His heart pounded at an extraordinary pace, like a high-pressure pump, forcing blood to every part of his body and continuously supplying him with energy.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Bullets streaked from the mountaintop.
They landed either in front of the rapidly approaching figure or to his sides.
Through rapid changes in speed to dodge the bullets, the threat of the single-shot rifle was minimized.
"FK, what kind of monster is this!"
Atop the mountain, a pair of eyes reflected shock and terror.
