The High Priest screamed as he ran.
His voice were less like a man's and more like a wounded animal's as he tore through the narrow stone corridor.
His massive, bloated body was a grotesque spectacle of physics, with every panicked stride, his layers of fat waved and rippled like water under a storm.
Even without looking back, he could feel the air behind him growing heavier, vibrating with a golden heat that promised nothing but destruction.
He knew, just from sensing the raw, unbridled Ki radiating from Seijirou, that he was no match for the boy.
The High Priest was a parasite, a man who fed on the weak and hid behind the manipulated souls of the village, but in the face of a true apex power, he was nothing more than a mound of meat.
That's why he ran.
His lungs burned, and his vision blurred with the salt of his own frantic sweat.
