Clayton watched everything unfold, not fully understanding Bravus's intentions—until he realized the young man was running away.
His face tightened in frustration. He shouted, voice raw with anger, "Hey, Bravus! Where do you think you're going?!"
Bravus glanced back, sneering as he continued to run. "Obviously, I'm escaping!"
"You... Why are you running?!" Clayton demanded between gasps, still dodging the wild boar's relentless charges.
"To save my own life, of course!"
Clayton was stunned, ready to press him for an explanation—but Bravus cut him off with a venomous outburst.
"What? You thought we should help you? That we should die just because you have a problem? Don't be delusional, Clayton!"
The words hit like a hammer. Clayton felt like the air had been knocked from his lungs.
"But I helped you, didn't I?! Even if you didn't want to fight the boar, you could've done something! A scratch, a distraction—anything to slow it down!"
