Adam's entire body had been wrapped in bandages, except for his face which was covered in post-burn scars. He looked unrecognizable and extremely hideous, to say the least.
He wore a dark cloak that fluttered behind him in the wind as he rode atop Ennea through the dense forest.
Valerian was sitting on the fox's head. He refused to go back to Adam's spirit sea this time. He feared that something would happen again and he wouldn't be able to assist the youth.
The white fox's powerful strides created a rhythmical thud against the ground, accompanied by the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs and branches underneath.
It seemed that Ennea had fully recovered from her injuries. If anything, after receiving Adam's professional herbal treatment, she seemed to have become even stronger.
As they dashed through the forest, sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting spotted dots on the forest floor.
