How long had he run? He didn’t know the exact date, since he had been running to his destination without any sense of time. He was sure that he had foregone sleep on some nights, but it confused him whether that was four or five times. Perhaps he had gone through more sleepless nights than that. However, these were all menial details for Glen. The only thing he was concerned about was finding a place that could guarantee his safety. That was all.

Although he couldn’t compare to Zich who had regained all his power back, Glen was someone accepted by all to be the strongest fighter among the allied forces. It didn’t make sense for him to feel fatigued from just a couple of days of running away; that logic, however, only applied to his physical capacity, and his mental fortitude was crawling around rock bottom.

Growl! After starving for a couple of days, his stomach grumbled. No matter how high of a position they reached, a human was still a human. Even if he could endure hunger longer than an ordinary person, he still needed to eat. Glen usually carried around a magic box filled with food and water, but...