After wasting a few seconds contemplating, Aectaeon realized that the idea of rolling around was no less than foolish.
Leaving aside how much pain he would have to endure, he would be able to cover more area if he opted to run. Furthermore, it wouldn't be farfetched to say that he would be tempted to just lie down on the ground and wait until he was transmigrated back to the Obelisk.
It might be several times more tiring to run, but Aectaeon decided that it was his best option. He still had a slight reservation from being on his feet. The man had to be vigilant, else a part might go unnoticed.
Aectaeon then began stretching his limbs. His eyes were fixated on Vernos who was trying to make his way towards him, albeit at a terribly slow pace.
