Shadowmuir.
Adam sprinted across the ashen plain inside this sunless realm. Several Shadows chased after him at full speed. However, he was quicker.
With a combination of physical speed and illusion magic, he eventually left them in the dust. He deemed it unnecessary and fruitless to battle them. These creatures were notoriously difficult to kill despite being weaker than him.
So he chose to flee. There was no shame in that. He had far bigger things on his plate.
As he gazed at the darkening sky, he thought to himself with an intense frown on his face, Damn it, how long has it been? Is it already past midnight?
After battling the shadowkins and that powerful Shadow for so long, he had truly lost track of time. But he was certain that it hadn't been more than a day. Perhaps, half a day.
I need to return!
