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They were far away but not that far. And Raul was all alone out here. If the reapers hadn't sensed his soul already, they soon would.

He needed to pick up his pace. He concentrated and stamped the uneven ground with his foot. A path ahead of him appeared in the ground as the topmost layer of wreckage slid away, down a gentle slope in the direction of the car.

The path that he'd just created for himself wasn't steep, but he knew perfectly well how dangerous it would be to walk on it haphazardly. With as much friction as he'd removed, it would be like ice now.

But of course, Raul had considerable experience with this tactic.

He dove straight onto the path and went flying down it, feeling the evening wind rush past him. He kept his balance perfectly. He could go much faster than this, if needed, but as the speed increased, so did the accompanying risks, and he wasn't yet convinced that such drastic measures were necessary.

When he looked back, the reapers were little more than specks in the distance.

Excellent.

He still had no idea where the rental car was, but the fact of the matter was that he and his brothers didn't actually need it. With their power, they could make it back to Ridgemark in no time on their own.

The ground began to even out as he arrived at the edge of the landslide, but Raul hardly slowed at all. He extended his friction-reduced path onto the flat pavement of the road and just kept going, though he did start pumping with his legs as if he really was ice skating in order to help maintain his speed.

Still skating, he whipped out his phone to text his brothers another time. It was a shame that they had to abandon their vehicle, but oh well. Helping those poor folks in Miro was more than worth the lost money.