Despair
An unkempt, filthy, short figure dashed across a foggy canyon and leaped over to the other side with a powerful jump.
If there was something Liam was exceptionally good at, it was running, and he hadn't stopped throughout the entire two months since getting off the bullet train.
He used the most direct path towards the north western borders of Echoria, uncaring of the magical beasts and human threats that lay there.
At the same time, he didn't bother being discreet about his escape. The Royal army would catch up anyways. The best course of action was finding a ship and leaving at once.
He had prepared well for the occasion, buying stamina, mental energy and strength restoration pills beforehand.
'I should be getting chased by now,' Liam assessed, popping another pill that helped heal his ghostly complex.