God of Destruction: Living Among Mortals

Nova was feeling the pressure from the wolves. The aura that they were exerting was immense. Their aura was a mix of revenge and bloodlust, and utter rage. He tried to keep his breathing steady, but his chest was panting too much. His eyes kept moving from one wolf to the other. He listened to anything and everything, checking every single sound in a ten-meter radius that could assist him. The only reason he wasn't already dead was that the wolves had gotten too self-absorbed.

But then, he noticed. One of the wolves, the biggest one there, was doing something weird. Just before it fake lunged onto Nova, like the rest, trying to intimidate him, it stopped, halting for a brief second. As if it were scared. It was fast, but that's all the information he needed to focus on for his escape.

Since it was the biggest, it lunged at him first, claws aimed straight for his chest. Nova threw himself to the side, almost hitting the wall, and twisted around, like a ballerina. The wolf's weight carried it forward into another wolf to the side. Both crashed together, growling and snapping at each other.

Nova didn't hesitate; he couldn't afford to. He ran straight through the space they left open, feeling their soft fur brush his arms. He didn't care. He just needed to get the fuck out.

Another wolf came at him from the side, trying to cut him off. It swung its claws at him, but they got stuck in the wall for a second. Nova jumped, his foot landing on its back, and he pushed himself over. He landed hard, rolling once before getting up again.

The wolves were already turning towards him, their howls louder. They were angry now, outraged. Nova sprinted as hard and fast as he could. His legs burned, but he didn't stop. He turned corner after corner, not even looking back, because he knew if he did, he would be wolf stew. And get disqualified. He couldn't afford that either.

He kept running, the wolves on his tail, and they started to feel tired, just like him, but he couldn't afford to falter even for a second. He had to run and run until they stopped chasing. That was his only option. His enhanced senses meditation ability thing ran out, which he wasn't psyched about, since he could really use it to sense the distance between him and the wolves and any sounds he could muster up to distract the wolves.

Needless to say, it was going to be a long day. For him.

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Adam was chilling, walking away from everything, yet reaching closer and closer to the volcano. He was still a couple of walls away, since he had been led to numerous dead ends, but the path he was on now was promising.

He kept walking, not having encountered a single F-rank wolf or E-rank monster. No vines in sight. No people. He had heard screams and had been invited once, but refused, and since then hadn't met anyone else. He kept searching for Nova, knowing that it was futile. The maze was too long; even a million people weren't able to find each other, and form large groups.

The maze felt never-ending, yet at the same time, it felt like it shrank. As if the end was in sight, yet a whole mile away. Adam turned blindly into a corner, the volcano just on the other side, as he heard voices. Footsteps. Many footsteps. It felt like a singular footstep. Of a human, accompanied by many forms of the devil himself.

Adam turned the other way, yet the sound of the footsteps grew louder and louder. He started to run away, like actually running, not just brisk walking. Then, he turned a corner, waiting as the footsteps grew very close. Then, as the person ran past him, he saw who it was. And was confused by Nova was getting chased by a group of wolves, who sensed Adam, but ignored him. As if he didn't matter.

He didn't feel happy about that, as he never got attention, and now even the monsters were ignoring him. He thought about how his life was just a waste. He nodded his head side-to-side, not approving of the wolves' decision to ignore him and only target Nova, so he stepped out of the corner, out of his comfort zone, feeling that huge burden placed in his heart, his chest growing tighter and heavier.

He was nervous, but controlled his breathing, relaxed himself, then picked up a rock and threw it at the alpha wolf. The biggest one in the pack, who halted for a second before lunging. Nova noticed this and stopped himself, as Adam had perfectly thrown the rock to where he was currently, and as the alpha halted, then lunged, it caught the rock, hitting its temple mid-air, knocking it down temporarily.

Then, as all the wolves shifted their gaze to the knocked-out alpha, Nova's brain started to accelerate. Shifting to override mode. He didn't have much time. If they went for the alpha, it would be chaos. If they went for him, he could be dead in a second. He needed them distracted, and fast.

He looked around, scanning everything, ahead of them, behind, to the side, anything and everything. The smallest of things caught his sight. The path behind him was too open. The walls on the left were higher to climb than the ones on the right. But on the right, he saw it. A small break in the stone, intentionally placed there for situations like these, to help the people against the monsters. The break was barely wide enough for him to fit through, but not enough for all the wolves at once. It was what he labeled as a choke point.

If he could get them to chase him there, they'd have to come at him one by one. That gave him a chance of escape.

Nova took a deep breath, then shouted loud enough to get their attention. The wolves snapped back to reality, out of their little pause, their eyes gazing upon him with more anger. More passion. More hatred. They wanted revenge more than anything. More than their own life. More than their own mother's life. It didn't matter who it was, no matter how personal it was, they wanted revenge.