Keeping his gaze on a massive wall before him. Noah seemed to be in deep thought; for he didn't mind the weird stares people shot at his stationed figure.
He resembled a breathtaking statue that stood at the side of the path which stretched out of the forest behind it.
He had arrived at the big city, which was over 72 miles from Enil. It had taken him two days to get here. It took this long simply because he limited himself to run at the speed his body could take him, as returning into the cultivation room just to refill his core and empty it a few minutes after, bore him.
A few breaks had also occured along the way. He did this not out of stress, but simply for relaxation sake. He also found himself reviewing the events that happened in Enil multiple times during most of those breaks.
But upon arriving at the city named Keriele, he had to face an issue he had pushed to the back of his mind a few days ago. His identity.
