Logan continued to read through the pages. He was immersed in Seika's story.
'After resting briefly, Seika rose again. The forest did not wait. Over the next four days, he pushed himself forward relentlessly. He encountered more beasts — some weaker, some terrifyingly strong. There were fights he won with ease, ending them swiftly. Others left him crawling away with bloodied hands and fractured bones.
More than once, death brushed past him. A pack of wolves forced him to hide for an entire night, clutching his knife in silence. At one point, he collapsed from exhaustion and woke up surrounded by claw marks in the soil.
But somehow.... He survived.
Hunger, pain, fear, rage — he endured them all.
When the fifth day finally came to an end, the forest seemed to exhale. Seika stood quietly among the remaining figures, his clothes torn, his body marked with dried blood and bruises. He was exhausted. Hungry. Barely holding himself upright. But he was standing.
