Rhian had a pale face now, not just because of his skin tone, but from exhaustion.
His arms ached from carrying Nia for so long, and his legs felt like they had been running through mud.
He had been walking for what felt like hours. But walking alone would have been fine.
The real issue was the constant attacks.
Those phasing monsters hadn't let up. Every few minutes, another group would slip out from the walls, floors, even the ceiling.
Always the same. Same attacks, same movements. They weren't hard to kill anymore. But it was getting harder to lift his arms, harder to stay focused.
At first, he killed them all.
Every one that came, he cut down. He took their cores, adding them to the small pouch hanging loosely at his side.
But after a while, it stopped being worth the effort. He started moving faster, trying to ignore them, hoping they'd back off if he didn't engage.
They didn't.
