The pursuit was relentless. The roars of the hunting pack echoed through the dense, twisted trees behind them, growing neither louder nor softer. The beasts were pacing themselves, conserving their energy. They knew this terrain far better than their prey. They were patient hunters, and they understood that eventually, even the fastest runner would tire.
Naviga ran through the swamp with Minerva in one arm and Selira clinging to her back. Her **Phantom Moon Step** allowed her to move at incredible speeds, but even with the empowering Yin energy of the environment, the strain of carrying two people was beginning to tell. Her legs burned. Her lungs worked hard to pull in the thick, humid air. The Universal Essence she had recovered from the potion was slowly draining with each burst of speed.
