For the next two days, we didn't stop at all.
Not for rest, not even for food.
There was no safe place to set up a camp.
And in pitch-black darkness, we couldn't even light a fire without drawing unwanted attention.
We still paused from time to time to drink water or eat snacks, but, like I said, no proper food.
Every break was cut short within minutes.
So aside from Michael and me, everyone was running on fumes now. Meaning they were beyond lethargic, extremely hungry, and just barely hanging on.
But the one in the worst condition was Lily.
Since that girl had been using her Origin Card nonstop to guide us, her Essence was utterly depleted, and her head was killing her.
In her own words, the migraine was so intense it felt like her skull was being split open.
So Michael copied her power and took her place instead.
Which meant I had to take his place on the frontlines. And I hated all the extra work.
