"Get them!"
The enemy soldiers' shouts echoed, and just as expected, they began to chase them like madmen. Enkrid glanced back before slightly changing his direction. Thud, thud, thud.
A pile of dirt collapsed right where he was about to pass. It wasn't a sign of an impending collapse. Just a symbol of bad luck.
'No, maybe I'm on the lucky side today.' A quarrel had only grazed his head, so you could say he was lucky. The tip of a longspear, held diagonally forward, scraped the top of the tunnel.
The enemy soldiers began to run with terrifying speed. They had gone through one battle, but. 'It wasn't enough to drain our stamina.'
The only problem was the lack of a light source. Finn was a ranger, a pathfinder who was said to have eyes on the soles of her feet to see the path. The darkness wouldn't make her stumble and fall.
The same was true for Enkrid. He had been imitating Finn's steps all this time. Even if it wasn't perfect, he could roughly guess the shape of the ground with the soles of his feet.
Besides, how many times had he traveled this path? If he still fell and broke his nose, it wasn't an issue of talent, but proof that he was using his head as a helmet rack. And Enkrid's memory was exceptional, after all.
For these various reasons, Finn and Enkrid could run through the darkness without any problems.
"Shit."