A week passed.
Liam hadn't stopped running, not even slowing down his speed.
He rested in short intervals to recover his mental energy and strength, then resumed using Fleeting Foot to run as fast as possible.
He still felt exposed, since at any given moment, soldiers could appear on his flank and surround him.
Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilarating, unbound freedom.
Currently, he was passing through an area called the Hemlock Forest, a lush region with giant, rainbow-colored trees covering the earth.
He had changed his clothes into his usual attire, tight black clothing that clung to his defined muscles.
Liam also made sure not to walk on the ground, avoiding any footprints. He used the tree branches instead.
At the same time, he was careful not to intrude upon magical beast territories, leaving a trail of animal corpses that could lead to him.
