Half a day had passed since Elion had appeared in the forest, and he was really starting to get hungry now.
Growl!
His stomach rumbled loudly.
"Fuck… I should have asked Zenith to give me something to eat before we decided to go to the teleportation formation room," he muttered to himself.
After spending all that time in confinement, he hadn't put anything in his mouth for weeks… well, maybe except for eating up someone's blue kitty, but that didn't really count as food.
The shadows on the forest floor had grown longer, stretching between the roots and fallen leaves, a clear sign that it was about to get dark soon.
'I should find something to eat before then,' he thought. He didn't know how far he had to go, so it was better not to take any chances.
He wasn't a wildlife or hunting expert, but he had seen a few beasts along the way. But he had decided against hunting anything so far since he wanted to cover as much ground as possible.
