C1224 Puppet

They're closing in!

Even closer now!

The golden silhouettes were moving at breakneck speed, relentlessly drawing nearer to the group.

Running wasn't their forte; they were all Martial Saints, accustomed to flying to distant places, seldom resorting to foot races.

If this were a matter of flight, these golden 'shadows' wouldn't stand a chance, even if they were ten times swifter.

Yet