In this very moment, Charlie thundered ahead, pushing Gideon to keep up with him towards the looming mountains.
Their speed was extraordinary, even on hills adorned with thick foliage and rolling terrain. They traversed the uneven ground with the same ease as walking on level plains.
Gideon strained every sinew, clenching his teeth and trying to follow Charlie tightly. He had to keep his eyes wide open, fully focused on evading the trees and rocks beneath his feet as they dashed ahead. They covered one or two kilometers, and with each passing moment, Gideon grew increasingly frantic.
Yet, no matter how hard he pushed himself, Charlie maintained a steady and secure distance. It left Gideon dispirited, for he could only chase after Charlie without a chance to strike back.
The wooden sword bestowed by the British Lord, or even the lightning-strike wood he purchased from Zachary, both required a calm mind and the activation of arcane formations. Should Gideon lose concentration, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
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