Far, far away from Baymard, in an entirely different continent, several people let out heavy sighs of relief, still panting with sweaty bodies.
Their clothes were soaked, their bodies tired and their minds confused of where they were being led to.
It's been 3 months since their travels. And after months of trying to make sense of where they were going, a part of them gave up their questionable demeanors.
Sometimes they felt they were going in circles, and other times, they felt the terrains they moved through didn't make sense at all.
Their minds were all in disarray, and even the brightest among the bunch also twisted his brows from time to time in defeat.
Sorry, but they were lost.
If you ask them to make an educated guess of where they might possibly be, they swore they wouldn't be able to tell you, even if they wanted to.
"Keep up, everyone… we are almost there…"
