Chapter 95: The last step

In the middle of the desert, surrounded by nothing but rocks, a man was walking in a random direction. The sun was hitting his head with all its might, forcing the young man to slowly advance one step after another.

Although he was only walking at a snail's pace, he constantly was panting, trying to catch his breath every time he tumbled against the rocks. His clothes made of leather were cut everywhere, and dust was stuck to it, to his hair, to his face.

His mind spun on itself as he kept advancing. The lack of food was making him lose his head. The lack of water was slowly killing him. He kept walking, with the thin hope to find a Green Miracle.

But his strength rapidly decreased. His right foot left the soil, moved forward, and landed on a rock. This unstable rock moved under the weight of the man, and his foot slid to the side, making him lose his balance.