Despair In Green River
And just like that, Time ticked by.
Twelve months had passed by and the time for promotion was finally inching closer and closer. By now, Allen and his tribe had, for some reason... crossed twenty Regions in that short span of time.
Such a distance was supposed to take centuries to cross at the speed of lower ranked warriors. Ordinary people can cover two miles per hour, luggage included, meaning almost tens of years to cover almost a hundred thousand miles on foot.
As for them, even when using beast-pulled carriages and covering tens of miles per hour, it should take them at most an entire year to cover up that much distance, including rest and crossing the sea divinding the Regions.
"But why, why did it only take us a year to cross over that much distance?" Allen looked at the clear blue sky and questioned himself. He was sure of it now, he seemed to have heaven defying secret movement Arts.
Krishna: "????"
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Middle Realm, Green Continent