We sprinted through the forest, weaving between thick trunks as we pushed deeper toward the looming mountain range.
Steve, as usual, had some completely made-up logic about "staying low profile" and flat-out refused to let me fly, even after I offered to princess-carry him just to speed things up.
My feet slammed into the ground as I launched myself forward again, crossing several meters in a single leap. The terrain blurred past me, the wind stinging my cheeks. A crackle of blue lightning danced across Steve's body as he kept pace.
He shouted over the rush of wind, "How long are you planning to keep running like this?"
I grinned mid-air. "Well, I was thinking we make our way into level 150 territory. They won't expect us to hide there."
I heard his footsteps falter for half a second. When I glanced sideways, his eyes were wide in disbelief.
He picked up the pace until he was running alongside me. "Did you say one-fifty?" he yelled.
I nodded, barely containing a laugh.
