The heavy footsteps of someone running resonated in the air along with deep panting.
The figure took many turns, jumping and pushing away the shrubs that were blocking his view.
The scenery revealed a red bamboo forest along with dry, uneven grounds layered with brown thorny weeds.
One could see birds flying in the figure's direction, and their screeching sound echoed in the forest.
As the figure kept running, he would occasionally glance back, which in turn made him increase his pace.
''Fuck.''
''Fuck.''
''Gudra, the fucking hell is holding you back from returning.'' Jerouch cursed in between rough breaths.
His chest rose and fell as his lungs pulled in as much oxygen as they could.
Another loud growl from behind him made Jerouch squint his eyes as he kept on running.
It all happened the previous night when he told Gudra to go scout the direction once more.
