Constantine's steps grew faster and faster. His body, which had still possessed the fragility of a newborn, seemed to have stabilized somewhat.
He went from a stumbling jog to a full-speed sprint, moving so fast that he dragged a molten-gold afterimage crackling with electricity through the air.
Amon, who had been about to head to the Library to meet up with Lu Mingfei, noticed the commotion behind him and immediately changed direction, making an emergency dodge.
Then he saw the figure roar past like a speeding train, kicking up a scorching blast of air dozens of meters away.
Wherever the boy passed, the air warped with ripples from the intense heat, and lava-like footprints were left on the marble tiles.
"Brother—"
"Brother—"
Constantine's calls drifted through the night wind. His voice carried both a childlike innocence and the majesty of a Dragon King.
His pale golden pupils churned with longing and terror spanning a thousand years, like a lost young beast searching for its only source of comfort in unfamiliar surroundings.
Lao Tang had already gotten onto the motorcycle he had parked beside the Library. "Come on, Mingming, get on. I'll take you there."
"Thanks, Lao Tang." Lu Mingfei leaped onto the back seat.
The bike immediately sank slightly under the added weight.
"Awoo—" Little Red jumped onto the bike as well, pressing tightly against Lu Mingfei's back.
"Hey, Little Red, didn't I tell you to find somewhere to hide? Stop following me." Lu Mingfei gave the Red Dragon Cub a shove.
But Little Red seemed terrified. It clung tightly to Lu Mingfei and refused to loosen its claws.
"Fine, follow me if you want. I doubt anyone has time to care about you right now anyway." Lu Mingfei sounded helpless.
Lao Tang was about to twist the throttle when