He only needed to stay at the forefront and not be eliminated, and that was enough.
Third place, six thousand eight hundred points.
Audric first, seven thousand five hundred points.
Vera second, seven thousand one hundred points.
Leon dropped to eighth, just over five thousand points.
The gap wasn't big, but it wasn't small either.
That afternoon, Duke was traversing a sparse woodland.
The trees here were low, with withered yellow leaves, completely different from the dense jungles he had seen before.
The air was dry, carrying a scorched smell, as if something had been burning for a long time.
He stopped, furrowing his brows.
Something wasn't right.
The ground was slightly trembling.
It wasn't an earthquake, but a more rhythmic tremor, like countless feet stomping the earth simultaneously.
The vibrations grew stronger, small stones jumped off the ground, withered leaves rustling down from the branches.
On the distant horizon, clouds of dust rose.
