Charles and Nora continued along the dirt path, the blue system arrow glowing in Charles's vision, pointing toward the Stormy Forest cave.
The sun was high in the sky, warming the air, and the tall trees cast shadows that offered brief relief.
Charles felt the weight of the bandages on his arms and the slight sting of the wounds on his hands, but his energy, though low, was enough to keep him moving.
However, after what felt like an eternity of walking without reaching the village Nora mentioned, exhaustion started to creep in.
'Damn it, how much farther?' he thought, wiping sweat from his forehead.
He glanced at Nora, who walked beside him with irritating ease, not a drop of sweat on her face.
'This woman's a machine,' he thought, clenching his teeth.
His pride wouldn't let him admit he was worn out, especially not in front of a girl.
Suddenly, Nora stopped by a cut tree trunk at the side of the path.
