"Damn it!"
The Black Armored Knight quickly kicked the others awake and ran directly toward the fleeing children.
In an instant, the entire camp descended into chaos.
...
Aio, holding Belial, swiftly ran through the forest.
Even with someone in tow, his speed far surpassed that of the children.
The wind howled past his ears, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings, ever alert for any pursuing forces.
His heart pounded like a war drum, reminding him that his body was nearing its limits.
Yet he dared not stop for even a moment.
Because in his arms was Belial, his child he could never abandon.
Aio's strides were steady and strong, using his familiarity with the forest to deftly avoid obstacles that might reveal their whereabouts.
Even so, his heart was filled with anxiety and unease, the formidable power of the Hunting Temple left him with no room for slack.
The astonishing methods of those Extraordinary Professionals were beyond his comprehension.
