Aven finally feeling satisfied, and hope that he had truly escaped from the pursuit of the colossal creature.
Huff, huff.
He breathed in and out heavily, tiredness evident in his face.
He felt as though he should just find a place and lay down on his back.
Just to rest for a little bit.
Every second, every minute, every hour.
He would have to fight one strange creature or the other, every now and then he would have to escape from one humongous creature or the other.
He was really tired, both physically and metaphysically.
He felt as though he had been drained of all his strength, and only his willpower was keeping him going and awake.
Merlyna, catching the sight of his pale face knew that he wasn't feeling good in the least bit, after everything he had to go through in that short amount of time which he had entered the Mirac realm.
