Chapter 8

"Run!" I yelled to Cyra as I created a black wall in front of us. She darted towards the west where the river gurgled a few kilometres away. A great idea, because the beasts chasing us couldn't swim, a horrible idea if there were no boats to help us cross and you are an Igniculus, who derives their magic from fire. Throwing up another block, I steered Cyra back towards where I stood. "Go east, you idiot!" I screamed and felt as the vampire tried to pry open my wall. It couldn't be held back by it for too long, as it also came from magic. So many stupid fucking loopholes in this world!

"I am not made for running!" Cyra shouted back but didn't lessen her pace. Even staring at death, she was spoiled and loved to complain. Oh, how this girl just knows how to spur me on. With a heavy sigh, I let go of the wall and took off after Cyra, locking my legs into a dead sprint. My lungs heaved and my legs nearly gave out, but becoming dinner wasn't an option.

"Remember that one tim