In the forest, five humans were desperately running.
"Why? Why are they so relentless?" Toby shouted loudly, gasping for breath as he sprinted through the woods.
At this moment, remnants and blood splatters still hung on him, and he gripped his weapon tightly, appearing much more courageous than before.
"Maybe we provoked them, who knows, kid. You better shut up and run faster now!" The old man's legs were more nimble than the young man's, weaving through the forest with ease and quickly overtaking Toby.
During their frantic run, they could still hear shrill screams from the sides and behind.
The voices of the Ratmen were piercing, like the cries of death ghosts chasing from behind.
"They fled! They're scared! Chase! Chase!" the Ratman Priest, riding on the back of a sewn beast, shrieked, clutching the scepter in his hands.
