In a desolate corner of the world, a being could be seen running desperately.
Her legs were shrivelled up and they shook so much with every step that it seemed like she would fall at any moment, but…
"Haa… haaa…"
… She kept running.
Her dishevelled white hair and tired-looking eyes spoke well of her exhaustion. Her pale skin and her emaciated figure clearly displayed her lack of nutrition—or perhaps the deprivation of the energy she desired for sustenance.
Her bulging eyes took in everything in front of her as she kept running desperately, sweeping through the dark forest that surrounded her.
"There's no need for you to be in such a hurry." A man's voice suddenly echoed through the vast sea of dark vines.
The dishevelled woman instantly froze dead in her tracks. She recognized the voice that spoke to her and it caused her to instantly turn around.
Her eyes bulged the moment she saw the man who stood in front of her.
