Shrouded by the canopy and the shrubs, he concealed his figure, fleeing while constantly looking around, vigilant against any potential dangers. Indignation swelled within him—were the guards just idling away? A Crown Prince had been missing for so long, yet they had not come searching for him!
Limping forward, he continued to seek cover, inadvertently wandering deeper into the forest.
Racing thoughts left him no room to watch his step, and suddenly, he stumbled, nearly falling forward. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, supporting himself with his hands in time, or else he would have taken a nasty fall face-first.
However, it wasn't without pain; the fresh scab on his palm had just formed when the fall tore it open again, contorting his face with agony.
Licking the wound on his hand, he couldn't help but recall the sensation that tripped him...something soft... Turning back, he saw a man's corpse lying face-down!
