#Chapter126
And if that wasn't motivation to haul ass. Cyrus was up like a springboard, and Lumen's hysterical sobs blended well with the demonic screeches that pierced the air. The ground beneath my feet felt fragile, as though ready to cave at any moment, and every instinct screamed at me to bolt, to run as fast and as hard as I could, but it was overridden, iron will keeping me five feet behind the lion and the boy.
Another step from the seaweed abomination. Another round of kissing dirt.
It seemed as though everything was stuck in slow motion; we finally reached the highest point, a heightened arc that overlooked the entire wasteland, making the city look tiny, even if the fucking monstrosity gaining on us looked very, very humongous.
/"Now what?/" Cyrus gasped as he set Lumen down. The boy looked barely conscious; dripping wet from head to toe, hair plastered across his face and tears running freely from his eyes, my heart broke for him.