C167 !

Westley walked alone through the forest, each step laden with the weight of a thousand kilograms, as if he were marching to the rhythm of a human heartbeat—each footfall heavy and forceful.

Meanwhile, Mussa trailed behind Westley, slumped on the sofa with a vacant stare, resembling someone who had overindulged in drink. The pollen had taken effect in under a minute, clearly indicating that Mr