Raiden raced through the Gambit Absolute Domain at a relentless pace. Uneasiness mounted within him with every drifting moment.
Together with Noelle, they rushed along the snake-like pavement, through groves of lightning-white aether trees and gnarled green branches toward the cascading mountain's edge.
His hands clutched his knees, panting as breath fled from him. His thoughts splintered, each inhalation feeling like it might rip him in two. Yet the crisis confronting them remained clear: the final ten pages of Aaron were gone.
This represented everything Raiden had strived for, the sole reason for their presence on Gambit Island. He needed those pages desperately—they had become the source of his very survival. This wasn't something he could simply let go.
Each second felt like torture he fought to bear. How could someone steal the pages from right under their very noses?
