Chapter 47: The Legacy of the Fallen [3][Edited]

[First Person POV: Melina]

"What do we do now?" asked Camila, looking as exhausted and frustrated as the rest of us. We had been running for miles—ever since the moment we arrived in this Legacy world—but the stupid thing chasing us wouldn't give up. Luckily, its attention had been caught by some random teams we ran into. Humans and blood-sucking losers fighting each other—disgusting, honestly.

"Well, the first thing is that we definitely can't stay here for too long," Larson said.

Larson... He was handsome, I guess. His green hair was similar to mine, though my shade was brighter—a vivid, emerald green. His, on the other hand, was a darker, leafier green, much like his eyes. He had the typical elven face, sharp and angular, which I supposed might be appealing to those disgusting human women who blushed every time they looked at him.