Automatic Alm Points Producer(Part-1)
The sound of footsteps echoed, producing a crunching noise on the blazing desert.
As the glaring sun burned the land, a kid reached out his hand to wipe his sweaty forehead. Letting out a deep sigh, he stared at the terrain in the distance. Valleys adorned it, signaling he was finally nearing the area where Klown City was situated.
Beyond that lay the dense forest.
"I have to walk faster," Don muttered, determination glinting in his eyes. With cracked lips and red eyes, he pressed forward. His robe shielded him from the sun, but the intense heat made it difficult to breathe.
He had to endure. For the sake of the people he left behind—to save them. Thinking about their current situation ignited a strong desire to kill those d*mn guards.
Don couldn't afford to rest.
However, as he walked past the hills, his body gave out, and he collapsed to his knees. His vision spun, and his head throbbed as if it were being hammered.