Arceus stumbled forward a bit, half-jogging and half-dragging his feet. "When are we getting there? I ran like 8 kilometers. I never ran this much in my life. My soul is about to leave my body…"
"We're close."
"You said that five kilometers ago, and then two kilometers ago too…"
"This time it's true."
"C'mon…" She came to him and grabbed his arm. "Let's go. You ran so much. We are just so close now."
Arceus glared but nodded. "Alright."
A final kilometer later, they came to a stop in front of a modest two-story building tucked between taller commercial complexes. The words "Stoneguard Boxing & Combat Fitness" were stenciled across the front wall in thick white paint.
Celia finally turned to him with a triumphant grin, stopping the jog. Her body and clothes were sweating just the same as Arceus but she looked completely normal. "We are here."
