Like finding an oasis in the desert, Lucas' eyes lit up in joy the moment he saw the trees in the distance.
Although all he could see was a dark line in his line at the end of his sight, Lucas was still able to vaguely tell that they were trees.
Having been traveling in the field of grass for a few hours, Lucas was already famished and full of sweat.
If not for the makeshift coat he made out of the grasses, Lucas reckoned that the heat of the sun might have already burned his skin by now.
His water reserves were also terrifyingly low, even after he rationed it carefully. The heat was unbearable, and it took him great restraint just not to gulp a lot of water during each drink.
Having no visible threat, he had already allowed Spot to return inside the grimoire.
Seeing the trees ahead, Lucas did not waste time and sprinted towards them with great speed.
The shade of the trees to him was like a panacea to a dying man.
