Chapitre 64: The Hunt (15) **

"Hah. hah"

Both Sven and Cynthia panted heavily as they sat on the ground. They were bathed in sweat. They had been running for about an hour and a half. Once they calculated the time and inferred that the the first target of the 'Hunter' was not them, they decided to take a break.

"Aaaaah. Ouch!"

The pink haired Cynthia took off the clothes wrapping around her pierced feet. The condition worsened over the last ninety minutes. Sven, the long haired archer, on the other hand did not even bother to check his feet at all; he knew it was bad.

"Do you… hah… think we are… hah… safe now?" Her chests were intensely expanding and contracting, gasping for breath.

"I don't know. You know how monstrous his abilities are." He shook his head. As an augmenter, he had an easier time running and controlling his breath.

"If I knew this would have happened… hah… I wouldn't have participated in this wretched event." She sighed.