Chris is running.
This is not unusual for them lately, but running for their life rather than because it's the simplest way to get somewhere kind of is, and so is running while actively losing blood because they're not healing because of some asshole-
Breathe. Focus. Hard part's over, just gotta not die. Chris bumps their bloodier side against a rock to make absolutely sure there's a tempting enough trail no one will follow Soul Seeker, shifts to two legs to scramble up something that probably reflects a chainlink fence in the mortal world, drops and rolls and dodges into a twisty warren of alleyways. Their lungs are burning but they're not quite at their limit, not yet, if they can stay far enough ahead to lose the hunters and cross over and double back-
And then a last gust of the umbral storm sweeps up out of nowhere and throws pursuers and pursued away from each other and away from everything else as well.
Somewhere very far away, a person falls out of midair.