The bicolored rabbit reached the surface with its fur covered in dust and its breathing more agitated than it would have liked to admit. The cold air of early dawn felt different from the cave, cleaner, more open, and its paws found the ruined garden's grass with the same silent precision it had shown all night.
It didn't look back. The hole in the ground it had left behind sealed itself without any particular sound, and the furious screams Veronica had thrown from below no longer reached the surface. The bicolored one had let them fade on their own without giving them more attention than necessary.
It moved across the devastated garden in short, precise hops, weaving between chunks of rock, burned silk, and broken wall fragments scattered across the mansion grounds. Its red eyes scanned every detail of the path without rushing, measuring the remaining distance to the hole in the second-floor wall.
