In the evening of the third day...
On a mountain peak in the forest...
There were no trees here, and there were only rocks that were almost weathered.
Joshua and Julia rushed here exhausted.
"I can't walk anymore," Julia said while panting.
She leaned against a rock and sat on the ground. Her entire face was deathly pale.
Joshua stood aside while wiping the sweat on his head and panting.
The wounds on his waist and thigh were hurting from time to time.
The wounds were not the worst. In the mountains, the air was wet, and there were many bacteria, which would cause symptoms of inflammation in Joshua's wounds.
Joshua was starting to have a fever.
Julia looked at Joshua, who looked weak, and she asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
Joshua shook his head. "I can still hold on."
"It was all my fault."