I just needed to get away. I needed to survive for myself.
Behind me, the pounding footsteps of the rogues never let up. There were too many of them and fast. Under normal circumstances, that wouldn’t have concerned me in the slightest. But the problem was that I wasn’t at my best.
I couldn’t run the way I used to. My legs felt limp and sluggish. I knew it wouldn’t be long before they caught up to me, but I refused to surrender.
I kept running anyway because there was no room for fear in my heart. If I let dread control me now, I would lose.
As long as I could still breathe, I would resist.
Then suddenly, my feet came to a halt, my leather boots screeching against the ground. My eyes widened in horror as I realized I had reached a dead end. There was nowhere else to go but the sheer
