Berlin held moral within in his unit, the forestry was dense and they had to reach Zovna soon, they had around thirty kilometers to pass and then secretly walk around a guild’s main castle. Once he got there he would be fine, but now he had to make time he didn’t have. He started thinking he was lost, but he didn’t have that time either. He had to follow his mental map. He started jogging, that would have to be done. They couldn’t walk there. Perhaps Nero wanted him to hurry, but if Nero did then he would follow this odd idea. Nero had told him not to leave last night, to leave in the early morning. This would be hard.