Luckily, his defenses had improved just enough to prevent any serious injuries, but the impacts were enough to blur his vision for a few seconds, causing him to nearly lose his balance and stumble multiple times.
Despite the constant stumbling and the grim state he was in, he pressed on, urgency driving him forward.
He kept his focus on his surroundings and his back, but no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing—nothing following him. And it was driving him to the brink of madness.
Another rustling of leaves and the eerie creaking of trees filled the air as a gust of wind swept past him.
Sparrow's stomach churned, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
"Fuck!" he growled under his breath, then leaped forward, pushing himself to go faster. '
'Just a little more, he urged himself.
His legs burned, but he didn't stop, knowing he was closing in on the vast rice fields ahead.
