Extreme East, deep within.
An emerging figure, stumbling.
With an unsteady step, he directly fell to the ground.
And the moment he sat on the ground, there was a cry of meat-wrenching pain, along with a continuous sound of sharp intakes of breath.
However, these cries and intakes of breath sounded... very hoarse.
"Water..." The figure endured the severe pain all over his body.
What he longed for now, was water.
Compared to the pain all over his body, the thirst that plagued him was far more unbearable.
"Ugh." The figure let out a deep groan.
Underneath the weak body, his vision blurred to the extreme.
But instinctively, despite the pain, the slight moisture he sensed through his nose became his guide.
There was water ahead.
Yet he couldn't even muster the strength to stand; the immense weakness incapacitated him to the utmost.
Barely crawling forward little by little.
Fortunately, the ground retained some moisture.
