Not far from the ruins.
"...That crazy woman was way too relentless!" Cú Chulainn darted through the burning wreckage and twisted metal frames like a battered blue bolt of lightning.
Before he could even catch his breath, the heart-pounding roar of an engine tore through the chaotic air again.
Vroooom—!!!
The black motorcycle burst through the billowing smoke like a parasite clinging to bone.
Altria straddled her menacing black armored bike, the Dark Sacred Sword still casually dragging at her side, its tip scraping across the ground with a sizzling hiss.
Her cold golden eyes pierced the smoke, firmly locking onto the fleeing blue figure ahead.
"Hey, aren't you tired after chasing me for so long?!" Cú Chulainn cursed, making a sharp turn as he tried to use a collapsed billboard for cover.
A distorted image of Clock Kid still flickered across the billboard, accompanied by intermittent ticking sounds.
"How could I get tired when I have a mount?" Altria smiled teasingly.
"But you should stop and rest. Don't run so hard that you break your legs."
"Get lost, you evil woman!"
"Heh." Altria lightly pressed down with her left hand, and the heavy bike executed an unbelievable leaning drift at high speed.
The tires threw off brilliant sparks against molten asphalt and gravel. The bike nearly skimmed the ground as it traced a perfect arc, instantly bypassing the cover Cú Chulainn had tried to use.
"Damn!" Cú Chulainn's pupils shrank. Her mobility far exceeded his expectations.
He immediately changed tactics. Rather than fleeing in a straight line, he kicked off the ground and shot diagonally upward like a cannonball, aiming for a massive twisted metal beam above the ruins.
As if she had seen through his intentions, Altria gave a wicked smile.
"Stop struggling. Just die peacefully."
Her icy