Jake felt a cold breeze sweep his legs.
He clenched his teeth so tight, he was afraid that he might actually break them. The breeze was cold, chillingly cold.
[Your agility has fallen by two points.]
"You have got to be kidding me. I escape a beast and now a goddamn god is hunting after me?" Jake cursed.
He looked up at the clouded sky. It was the evening now, and the sun was just a few hours from going down, and that was visible.
With so many clouds, it was a wonder how it even looked like the evening. Instead, it felt like the night had just arrived.
"Come on. This might be a good time to get some help. I am going up against a god. Only a god can get me out of this predicament." He muttered.
The voice that he heard was a familiar one after all. It was the voice of none other than the evil god himself.
