Meanwhile, Lyra and Lady Farren raced through the convoluted tunnels of the stronghold. Even with no one chasing them from behind, they still ran as if their legs were about to give out.
This was a race against time.
Michael had heroically chosen himself to stand behind while the two of them escaped by themselves. Lady Farren didn't know the extent of Michael's power, but she knew that he wasn't stronger than a Body Formation cultivator that was half-step into the Nascent Spirit realm.
Thankfully, the Mini Drones that had saved them from the horde of Hooded Figures had returned to Michael's side by now, increasing his survival capabilities.
Lyra must have sensed Farren's trepidation as she took the elder Elf's hand and took it in comfort.
"It's okay… bro is strong," she muttered with confidence.
Lady Farren nodded silently, before the two ran off into the 'dead-end' staircase, bypassing the illusion and finally reaching the end of the castle.
