Solum ran, ran like the devil was after him.
He could feel that his legs were about to give out, and he was out of breath.
It felt like his lungs would give out any moment.
The darkness wasn’t helping much with how some of the thorns had made scratches on his skin and how his footwear was on the verge of being broken.
No….
Nothing would stop him…
He knew that his legs would hurt like hell once he stopped, but he won’t stop.
He cannot stop running…
Solum cannot stop…
Nothing.
Nothing mattered in front of his Iri.
Iri….
Oh, God!
His Iri….
His dear friend…
Please be safe, Iri.
Please be safe.
Solum prayed for Iri to be safe and ran through the familiar path that would lead to their home.
Solum knew the twenty or more people who by now entered the forest were searching for Ir
