He was anxious and worried.
After three days, Darryl was still stuck here, leaning onto a peach blossom tree. His lips were cracked. He almost went insane.
He tried all sorts of ways to escape but still failed. Without any Internal Energy, Darryl was tired and thirsty. His energy was almost depleted. It did not help that he saw plenty of bones and remains everywhere—clearly from those that accidentally entered the forest.
Was he really going to be stuck here forever? He laid down in despair. He was exhausted and immensely worried for Dax.
He wanted to shut his eyes, but he was afraid that once he closed his eyes, he might never be able to open them again.
Just then, he noticed a well located a few meters away from him out of the corner of his eye.
‘F*ck, a well?’
He used all his might to stand up and approach the well. If he could at least get some water, that would be lifesaving!
He was taken aback as he looked into the well. The well was deep, but the water was little. The only way to drink the water was to enter into the well!
He entered the well and let himself down slowly. When he reached the bottom of the well, the water was up to his knees. The floor of the well was covered with moss, clearly unused for ages. Darryl did not care if the water was drinkable as he cupped his hands and gulped down the water. He finally felt much better.