Under the cover of night, Anita hurriedly shoved her feet into a pair of black, foul-smelling boots reeking strongly of athlete's foot.
Her feet were already bleeding. If this continued, she would not be able to run far. This was no longer the time to be a picky young lady.
Right now, Anita only wanted to survive.
Using the faint lights from the distant streets, she kept running. Although she held a flashlight in her hand, she did not dare turn it on.
Her left hand tightly gripped the Banchak Amulet. She was so nervous that the metal had cut open her palm. Blood splattered onto the amulet, but unfortunately, it did not trigger any mysterious change.
The blood dripped onto the ground along with the rain. It was washed into the dilapidated drainage ditch beside the road and flowed away with the water, instead helping to muddle her scent.
Making it impossible for the enemy to identify her.
Otherwise, those bloodstains alone would have provided the people chasing her with a clear trail.
In the thick darkness of night, she could not see even ten meters ahead. There was only pitch-black darkness, and the surroundings were like gaping black mouths waiting to devour their prey.
Like an abyss that swallowed souls, waiting for its prey to enter.
Anita could only run wildly without daring to stop for even a moment, no matter how dark it was ahead!
She reached the outskirts of the city and roughly judged her direction based on the shapes of the trees she remembered from the daytime.
She was already far from the streets. The darkness was even deeper here, almost too dark to see her hand before her face.
Seeing that the trackers behind her had fallen farther and farther back, and that eerie