บท 112: I Miss You

Dyon appeared in the middle of a dense forest. Unable to hold it together anymore, he collapsed to the ground, coughing up mouth fulls of blood. He clenched the hole in his stomach, as the suppressed wound began to reel its ugly head.

'I guess taking a spear to the gut wasn't exactly great on my part… I lack battle experience and I should probably stop doing stupid shit like this…'

Dyon began slowly digging a small hole in the ground into the base of a nearby tree. After struggling for a long while, he was finally satisfied with its depth so he gingerly placed his spatial ring within it.

With his last remaining strength, he punched the tree, letting the leaves fall around the area before quickly willing himself into the vast inner space.

'I'll have to hope that that hides me well enough for now…'