The armor around Sparrow's body ripped with a silver glean and she was immediately sent flying like a broken doll.
Sparrow who was in the air suddenly grabbed a hold of a branch in mid-air, forcefully changing her landing position. And with a few leaps, she rapidly fled as though her life depended on it.
Phyllida quietly stood in place and didn't bother to pursue. She glanced at her surroundings and she also fled in the opposite direction.
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It was noon of the third day. The glaring sun cried out loud as it was being blocked by the multiple trees in the forest refusing its forceful entry in some parts of the area.
Lucian stood on a large tree branch. A munching sound was coming out from his mouth as he stared intently ahead.
He was chewing on a strand of lemon grass he found edible with the least amount of radiation in them.
