Nighttime, 20:22.
Just under ten kilometers away from Lady Dais's ancient castle.
A heavy motorcycle was speeding fiercely.
At its tail, a long trail of black and red smoke billowed, thick smoke rolling.
The front of the heavy motorcycle was riddled with holes.
The windscreen was completely shattered, the handlebar connected to the front was cut in half, and even one of the headlights was broken.
The body of the motorcycle, made of special metal, had a long sword slanted into it, along with dozens of bullet holes.
Through these gaps, one could see the engine of the heavy motorcycle burning madly, glowing with an orange-red light, consuming its last bit of energy.
"Hold on, we're almost there!"
Punk's voice grew hoarser and deeper.
As he spoke, his eyelids drooped, heavy as if they could close at any moment.
Exhaustion, fatigue, and massive energy depletion; Punk was nearly at his limit.
After he finished speaking, Aisha, who was slumped against him, did not move at all.
