Descent of The Demon Master [EN]: Chapter 1291

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“Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!”

Ishikawa Gento ran as if his heart would burst.

‘Those devilish bastards.’

Even while running, his gaze kept darting behind him. He knew this would slow him down, but he couldn’t help but look back. He was being chased, and the pursuers were relentless. Each heavy footfall behind him was a reminder of the danger he was in. He could hear their ragged breaths, their shouts echoing in the narrow alleyways. The sounds spurred him on, pushing him to run faster, his lungs burning with each breath.

He had to get away. He had to escape. The thought pounded in his head, a frantic mantra that kept his legs moving. He didn’t know why they were after him, but he knew that if they caught him, it wouldn’t be good. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face, stinging his eyes, but he didn’t dare slow down. He pushed himself harder, his muscles screaming in protest, but he couldn’t stop. Not now. Not ever.

He glanced back again, his heart sinking as he saw them gaining on him. They were like hounds on a scent, their eyes fixed on him, their faces contorted with a mixture of anger and determination. He knew he couldn’t outrun them forever. He needed a plan, a way to lose them. He scanned his surroundings, his mind racing, searching for an escape route. He saw a narrow opening between two buildings, a dark and shadowy passage that might lead him to safety. It was a risk, but it was a risk he had to take.

He veered sharply, his body twisting as he plunged into the darkness. The alley was narrow and cluttered, filled with discarded boxes and debris. He stumbled, his foot catching on a loose brick, but he managed to regain his balance. He pushed forward, his hands outstretched, feeling his way through the darkness. He could hear the sounds of his pursuers behind him, their voices growing louder as they closed in. He knew he had to move faster, to find a way out of this maze.

He burst out of the alleyway, his eyes adjusting to the sudden light. He found himself in a crowded marketplace, the air filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares and the chatter of shoppers. He weaved through the crowd, his body brushing against strangers, his heart pounding in his chest. He knew he couldn’t stay here for long. They would find him. He needed to disappear, to blend in with the crowd, to become invisible.

He spotted a small tea shop, its entrance hidden behind a curtain of bamboo. He ducked inside, his body trembling with exhaustion and fear. He found a seat in a dark corner, his back against the wall, his eyes scanning the room. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew he wasn’t safe yet, but for now, he had found a moment of respite. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts, to figure out what to do next. He had to get away, to find a way to escape this nightmare. He had to survive.