Azalea and Amir looked at Mikhail with pensive expressions from the other end of the secluded area.
The medicine hadn't worn off just yet. Not in its entirety, anyway.
However, they were already feeling Mikhail's Spiritual Pressure. And it was intense. Borderline too intense. And just like Mikhail had said, it was severely hurting their ability to move onwards.
They had been slowed down to a crawl in comparison to what they had managed in the days prior.
They truly understood the fact that they needed to leave Mikhail behind to fend for himself. That he would be on his own for the foreseeable future…
'Maybe even for the rest of his life…'
When Azalea had that last thought, her face grew visibly sour.
She had many things she wanted to tell Mikhail. She had many questions she wanted to ask Mikhail.
She…
She didn't want to leave Mikhail behind like this.
