Harold seared through the air as fast as he could run. He was now running through a forest trying to find the spot that Doc was talking about. The Epigones were slowly inching forward with every passing moment. Harold felt their deathly-glare piercing his back.
"Shit. I don't know how much longer I can run, Doc. Please tell me we're almost there!"
"Just keep going! It's just up ahead!"
Harold pushed through the pain building in his legs and continued to sprint. Finally, the weakness in his legs accompanied by the drawback of using his enchantment started to get to him. Harold's legs gave out underneath him and he was sent rolling into a large field of golden flowers. It appeared to be the only opening throughout the whole forest. Moments later, the Epigones closed around him, looking down at his pathetic state with malice behind their onyx masks.
"You are a fast one. It's going to be such a shame to simply kill you."
