Linne was on her heels, her blood was pumping with fear, her feet shaking each time they hit the floor. She was panting, panting so hard and loud that it was all she could hear.
But when the Antwark roared in the distance, she heard it. The terrifying sound broke through her mind and caused her to panic. She fell, scratching her fragile body against the hellish earth, but she rose again and continued to run.
Tears welled up in her eyes, but the wind whipping against her face, took the tears with them and she could only sob.
The worm beast bored into the ground, relentlessly, chasing after her. She cried, she cried with even more strength than she ran. She fell more and more often, fear and adrenaline pushing her forward.
She was alone, abandoned, about to meet her end.
Regret and sorrow ached in her heart, and the fear crawling against her skin made it all the more worse. It was hopeless, and it seemed even more hopeless the more she ran.