After being flung across who knows how many kilometers, Loimos got up like nothing happened, finding himself unharmed in spite of the heavy fall he wasn't able to soften, he just sort of fell flat to the ground, instantly losing all momentum.
That little airborne session did help him get a free overview of the forest, and it now extended in every direction beyond what his senses could see, the mountain was nowhere to be seen, nothing but an endless expanse of the forest of thorns.
Even if all directions led to absolutely nothing, Loimos picked the one supposed to get him closer to his next destination and instead of just walking, since he had somehow ended up in a strange place, he dropped the living facade for now and began sprinting in the most efficient way possible, the sound of his footsteps striking the wet ground grew louder and faster.
