Nox was running through the city for fifteen minutes straight, his corrupted mana burning through his reserves as he pushed Shadow Glide to its absolute limits, the dark energy wrapping around his feet and making each step silent, each movement a blur of speed that left confused pedestrians spinning around to catch a glimpse of whatever just passed them.
Sweat dripped down his face despite the cool air whipping past him, his lungs burning with the strain he was putting on them, his legs screaming for rest after the relentless pace he was maintaining, but he ignored all of it and kept running because stopping wasn't an option right now.
People barely registered his passage as he wove through the crowded streets, just a dark blur in their peripheral vision, a shadow moving too fast to track properly before it vanished around the next corner. That suited him fine because he didn't need attention or questions or interference, he just needed to find Serian before it was too late.
