He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift wildly towards that direction. He never expected that the main reason for such absence of monsters was thanks to what the large team of Lockheart impact's spirit masters, led by the dark gold one, did.
Instead of using this chance and speeding up, he started to carefully walk through the forest. He feared he'd find himself in the middle of something big, something he had no power to face.
It was normal that during the next day, he crossed almost half the distance he was supposed to traverse, only crossing no more than twenty kilometres.
He crossed so far close to forty kilometres. And he knew if he kept walking at this rate, he'd arrive at the Scorching Lands in four more days at most if nothing happened.
As he felt something was amiss, he started to shift his routine. He found safe hideouts to stay the night at, consumed a hundred silver cores during his rest, while leaving the rest for the harsh times coming ahead.
