Eventually, his tired legs gave out, and he came to a halt under a broken streetlamp. His hands rested on his hips, shoulders rising and falling with each heavy breath.
"I honestly don't know if I should be mad or just laugh," he muttered.
The green light hovered a few meters ahead, floating still, almost as if it sensed he was out of energy. Alaric stared at it, frustration and exhaustion flickering in his eyes.
"I've already run far enough tonight," he said, voice raised slightly. "If you've got something to show me, then show it now! Stop playing with me like I'm some kid!"
There was no reply. Just silence. The alley went quiet again, filled only by the faint buzz of insects and the whispering wind slipping through the gaps between buildings.
Alaric exhaled deeply. He set down the small bag he carried, filled with stones and a locket case on the ground. Looking at it for a moment before raising his gaze back toward the still light.
