A boy who looked to be around 18 or 19 years old could be seen running in a dense forest.
*Woosh*
His short, red hair danced in the air as he ran at a speed unattainable for a human.
*Squish**Squish*...
His footsteps, which would've caused snapping and cracking sounds as he dashed through the forest filled with twigs and dry leaves, were now making a soft, squelching sound as he ran with his golden eyes focused ahead.
All of this was because of the thunderstorm that happened before.
The one-minute storm—the storm that was made by a god just because they wanted to show their anger.
This showed just how strong these gods were, fortifying the boy's decision to not interact much with them.
The boy, Alex, was not actually focused on his surroundings, though.
His destination was fixed, and he already knew that with this speed, it wouldn't take him long to reach his desired spot, so he wasn't too worried about it.