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You want to falter, to drop down onto one knee. You were so tired, but more than that you felt... drained. Stretched out, in a way. You'd worn yourself in ways you didn't even think possible.
Glands contracted, your limbs stopped shaking, and you were able to stay standing a bit longer, but whatever was inside of you was starting to run out. Lumps around your body ached, and for the first time you had more of an idea where the glands responsible were- simply because they were burning faintly inside your ribcage and above your hips.
You look up at your savior, it's form becoming clearer through the haze of smoke and flame. A pearl white helmet stared down at you, the giant seemingly carefully considering it's next move.
“There's something-” Your voice was strained, some panic finally surfacing deep inside you. “-<span class="mu-i">right behind me.</span>”
In an instant, a gauntleted hand seized you by the shoulder, and you registered a sharp warmth from the hot armor as you were shoved behind one of it's massive legs. The barrel of it's gun swept the space next to the podium, then turned to sweep the only corridor again. The gauntlet released you, hovering over you protectively.
The daemon had apparently gone, and yet you could feel <span class="mu-i">it</span> next to you. Directly behind your head, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. You kept wanting to- kept <span class="mu-i">needing</span> to look over your shoulder, but you knew you couldn't. There wouldn't be a point. There wasn't anything there, but there had to be. It was just where you weren't looking. Though- now, your back was to a pair of greaves. Where was it?
You chance a glance up. A pair of red lenses looked down to meet your eyes. It considered you for a moment, then suddenly seized you.
With one hand, it lifted you by the waist and yanked you into it's arms, then turned and charged straight for the wall of flames that now consumed the entrance to the room. You found yourself suddenly plastered against the embossed Aquila on the chest, the skin of your cheek instantly starting to sear from the contact. Scrabbling a hand up, you barely manage to yank the collar of your gown up over your face and squeeze your eyes shut before you plunge into the flames.
It only took an instant, and then you were through. You felt raw all over, and you could smell something like sulfur and ash. You blink open eyes full of tears to Korash's main chamber, which was overflowing with gouts of flame that streamed from ruptured pipes, setting the wooden furniture alight.
A hand came out to grab one of the supporting columns, which bent and crushed under the force, but succeeded in allowing the two of you to make a hard turn and bodily smash through the entrance door before skidding to a stop outside.
