Three days.
It took the hooded figure three days to finally figure out where the damn elixir took him to. He wandered around the forest searching for a way out, but he couldn't, but on the third day it was his master who appeared to save him.
"Number one!!" He halted in his steps when he heard the voice. He knew who that voice belonged to and even if he was dreaming he would still know who it belonged to.
Slowly but surely, he turned and gasped when he saw his master standing beside him. Anger was purely written in his eyes as he looked at him with disdain.
"M…master!" He gulped down nothing, he was afraid and since his master was the one who found him then that meant he failed the mission.
"Ma…master, why are you here?" He asked again. But his master didn't utter any words, his eyes were just looking at him.