Chapitre 915: The Old Man [Pt 3]

"Haa... haa..."

Kuzon could feel it. The mental strain that was afflicting his body, even though he was still physically healthy.

'How long? How many hours has it been now? No, perhaps it's been more than that?'

Kuzon was currently hunched over as he struggled to continue walking so he wouldn't lose sight of the old man in front of him.

It had been so long since they had begun trailing him that it didn't seem real that they would continue pursuing the relentless fellow.

One stare at his shabby back and Kuzon's tired eyes drooped even further.

'I-impossible! How is he still moving?!'

"Urgh...." A slurry voice sounded atop him. It came from Maya.

She had used up all her strength a while ago and was now being carried by him.

They were both tired, no doubt.

'How can he keep this up? Is this perhaps the special effect of this world? Magic?'

It was indeed possible that he was being 'affected' by a negative condition. Perhaps he was hallucinating.