[Nearlo's POV]
"CRAP! CRAP!" Nearlo shouted as he ran with all of his might, weaving in between the trees, as if he were sprinting through a maze.
With a hand over the shallow diagonal slash wound over his chest, he continued to run while holding onto his cutlass.
How could this have happened...?
And why!?
Right after he had just survived a life-or-death situation with the Leviathan with the help of the Captain and the white-haired woman, he was now put in a much... MUCH more precarious situation because of THAT same woman!
'How... HOW COULD SHE HAVE KNOWN THERE WAS A GATE INSIDE THAT CROWN?!'
Nearlo threw a glance back, catching a glimpse of the tip of his hair - it was beginning to turn a different shade of colour.
His eyes widened as he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out an Item.
It was somehow damaged and seemed to be worsening by the second due to a strange translucent liquid...
"DAMNIT!"
