Elara sprinted. Her lungs burned as she reached the edge of the bridge. The wind here was a physical force, howling through the canyon. Korgath was mere feet away, his heavy breathing a wet, raspy sound behind her.
The rhythmic drumming of iron boots against the obsidian stone of the echoed like a death knell. Elara didn't look back; she knew the Shadow-Orcs were gaining. The air in the fortress was thick with the smell of sulfur and ancient rot, a sensory reminder of why no one had ever escaped the Orcish Highlands before. The Final Gate Escape from Orc: Fleeing [Final]
She didn't stop to fight. With a guttural cry of her own, she channeled the very last of the sun-sword’s power into her boots. As Korgath’s flail whistled through the air where her head had been a second before, Elara launched herself into the abyss. The Escape Elara sprinted