Kouhei was running—no, sprinting with everything he had—his heart pounding like a war drum inside his chest, while behind him, an angel rained down beams of divine light that carved craters into the earth with each blast.
Each time she fired, he instinctively threw his body to the side, adrenaline surging through his veins, muscles screaming as he narrowly escaped the white-hot death chasing his heels.
The beams scorched the air, leaving behind a stinging ozone trail and a ghostly hum that buzzed in his ears.
"If I get hit by even one of those… I'll be blown to pieces. Obliterated." The thought rang clear in his mind, chilling him deeper than the cold winds rushing past his face. "I have to dodge—no matter what."
This wasn't a game.
There were no retries, no second chances.
One mistake, one misstep, and it would be over. That was it.
So he kept running. Kept dodging. Kept surviving.
