Chapter 15
Árvore do mundo
Correm para a árvore do mundo de 2000000 km
The guttural roars still echoed in the minds of the survivors, a chilling testament to the ferocity of the creatures that had hunted them through the echoing caverns. Their escape, a desperate scramble born of primal fear, had propelled them from the suffocating darkness into a world bathed in an alien, ochre light. Now, the oppressive heat of Osvald clung to them like a second skin, the air thick with the scent of unknown flora and a subtle, metallic tang that prickled the back of their throats. They ran, a ragged, stumbling procession, their breath ragged gasps in their chests, their eyes wide with a terror that refused to recede.
Joan of Arc, her armor scarred and dented, her normally resolute expression etched with exhaustion, stumbled forward, her hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of a sword that was no longer there. Beside her, Sacagawea, her face streaked with dirt and sweat, offered a steadying arm, her movements fluid and economical despite the urgency of their flight. Genghis Khan, his weathered face a mask of grim determination, ran with a powerful, relentless stride, his gaze sweeping the alien landscape, ever vigilant for renewed threats.
Leopoldo, his usual air of detached observation replaced by a frantic energy, muttered calculations under his breath, his eyes darting between the relentless horizon and the dwindling strength of his companions. He clutched a tattered notebook, its pages filled with intricate sketches and equations, a testament to the mind that refused to cease its work even in the face of imminent peril. Marie Curie, her delicate frame trembling, kept pace with a surprising tenacity, her focus not on the immediate danger, but on the very air they breathed, the very ground they trod, her scientific curiosity a constant, if subdued, hum beneath the surface of her fear.
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