After settling on a somewhat good agreement, Luna-Evelyn, her companions, and Adam took a brief rest before speeding up through the dense forest once more. Yet, in their haste, they overlooked one important detail.
"W–where is Adam?!" Ophelia's voice rang out, her sudden halt interrupting the group's forward momentum.
Everyone stopped and turned back, scanning the surrounding trees. Adam was nowhere to be seen.
"Probably dead," Stephen muttered with a casual shrug.
"Don't joke about that!" Ophelia snapped.
"I'm not joking."
"This can't keep happening. He can't keep up with us at this pace," Julius said, shaking his head. He turned to Luna-Evelyn, seeking her input.
Luna-Evelyn narrowed her ruby red eyes, her gaze pinpointing a faint figure nearly two kilometers away. She could just make out Adam's form, moving at what seemed like a slow jog. From her perspective, it looked almost leisurely, like someone on a morning run. But for Adam, this was nearly his top speed.
