They had been walking for quite some time, yet they remained in the same spot as if a conveyor belt beneath their feet constantly pulled them backward.
The sunlight grew harsher with each passing moment, while behind them, the darkness gradually crept closer, accompanied by the faint sound of water echoing in the distance. But when they listened carefully, the sound would vanish as if it had all been a mere illusion.
Taylor couldn't help but feel restless. "We're walking in place—how do we keep from getting lost?!"
The scorching sun had turned her exposed skin red, blistered, and unbearably itchy. A mere accidental scratch had caused her flesh to crack open, fresh blood trickling down onto the ground. This, among other things, was quickly eroding their patience.
Even the espers weren't faring much better. Maya glanced at Taylor and said softly, "Be patient. Let's follow him for now."
Taylor frowned, forcing herself to resist touching her blisters.
