Coco surged forward— legs pumping, her black hair whipping wildly against her cheeks with each stride, her heart thumping inside her chest.
The cold air stung her skin, but she didn't slow down.
Coco's breath came in short, heavy puffs, not quite panting yet, but close enough to one.
Adrenaline fueled every step of hers; the urgency to find Fan and Jade overriding fatigue and discomfort, not that she can truly stop even if she was in an uncharted territory.
She zigzagged between trees, eyes darting for any sign of movement or disturbance in the wilderness ahead.
However, as she ran, Coco's eyes locked onto a shape in the distance, near to what looked like a spawn stone, but the rock was half-buried, moss-covered, and something about the area felt off somehow.
She slowed her run to a fast walk, heart pounding.
Spawn stones usually meant monsters or remnants of them.
