When Thorne finally came back to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar location.
Confusion washed over his pale face as he scanned his surroundings.
Panic surged within him when he quickly glanced back, but relief flooded through him as he realized the fearsome Four-Winged Lion was no longer pursuing him.
Without wasting a moment, he hopped off his bicycle, stowed it away in his storage ring, and set off in a determined direction.
Time was of the essence; he was gravely injured, and lingering here could mean death at any moment.
Magical beasts still roamed the area, and there might be Mana Cultivators nearby who would not hesitate to finish him off.
Two hours later, Thorne emerged from the Twilight Mountain Range.
He looked around frantically until his eyes landed on his horse, still there! A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he mounted it with urgency.
