Christ did not stop chasing. He really got his wish. The great hope of getting help. At the very least, he should know where he really was. At the very least, he would get more information from the locals.
Christ's footsteps were getting weaker. His breathing was labored. His sweat was literally drenching his entire body as he moved as fast as he could. Unfortunately, he lost the trail.
"Damn it! Where did that guy go?"
Christ sat back. His legs were shaking. It’s not because he had never run fast before; it was just that running at a certain angle made him tired as he lost the self-control to stop because of the downhill path in the first place.
In the middle of his rest, Christ took in his surroundings. Then he closed his eyes. He had forgotten. Christ hadn't even said anything to Je
