They covered fifteen miles in the first hour, a pace that was utterly unsustainable for normal travelers, remarkable even for enhanced warriors.
"Status check," Satou called out as they burst from the forest into rolling plains. "Cassius?"
"Reserves at eighty percent. I can maintain this speed for another three hours before needing to slow." The vampire's voice showed no strain despite the sustained sprint.
"Sylvara?"
"Wound is holding. Minor bleeding but manageable. Pain is significant but not debilitating." Her voice was tight but controlled. "Continue at current pace."
Satou's enhanced perception checked his own status: Legs were fresh, stamina reserves barely touched, breathing elevated but nowhere near maximum capacity, Sylvara's weight becoming familiar rather than awkward.
"Maintaining speed," he confirmed.
