Metal sliced through the first of them in her way, buying precious seconds to sprint ahead of the bulk of pursuers. Boots kicked up gouts of earth as each pump of her legs struck the roadway back to town. Trying to lighten her steps to increase her speed while her skin burned was a distraction.
Behind her, the sounds of shrieks grew as the scramble of individuals piled into the wedge of bodies on her heels. Like a group entering the same finite doorway - the synchronized movement of a single vast mind controlling countless bodies to perform the very same task.
To catch and end the one with the ability to affect its mental state. Targets with high potential to lead the battlefront of the other side, like this cultivator, were always priority. The humans and their 'heroes' that they loved to send at the Voidling invasion leaders.
