Perhaps the scent of Farolynch's blood had provoked it, or perhaps it was because no houses blocked its path now, but the mountain of flesh moved far faster than before.
Farolynch could even hear the wind howling behind him. As he sprinted, he turned to look and nearly had his heart leap out of his chest. The distance between him and the monster had shrunk from several hundred meters to mere dozens.
Running straight out of the city was suicide. Farolynch immediately changed course, leaping onto the wall of a building across the street. His leg muscles exploded with power as he kicked off, shooting away at a right angle.
Boom!
The monster skidded over the rubble behind him and crashed into a building that had already half collapsed. Sure enough, its agility was lacking.
That single change of direction instantly put more than two hundred meters between Farolynch and the monster.
"Sorry, sorry. Looks like I can't leave the city."
Leaving the city would mean death. Unless Farolynch could cross the long distance into the mountain forests in an instant, the open fields would leave him dangerously exposed.
To be honest, Farolynch wasn't ready to die for the people here. He also knew his death wouldn't buy them safety. All he could do was stay alive and keep the monster occupied as long as possible, using his blood to lure it.
Indeed, Farolynch's plan worked. Perhaps the monster possessed intelligence. Perhaps it could even understand some of what he was thinking.
But a mutated monster was still a monster. Blood was its craving, the entirety of its desire. It could not restrain its thirst for blood, especially on a night when Mosslib, the Wyrd Moon, hung overhead and magnified that desire.
"Blood-"
Bang! Boom! Boom!
Dust billowed from the