"There are bugs everywhere!"
"The ground is like mush!"
"Where are we?!"
"Why does the water look like shit?!"
All kinds of voices sounded through the camp, everyone complaining at once.
Lucius rubbed his forehead tiredly. "It seems all we were seeing yesterday was a strong illusion or maybe the pink fog changed the terrain… Either way, it's fucking annoying."
He looked around at the disgusting, swamp-like terrain.
The trees were pink and fleshy and even the air smelled sour. The beautiful island they'd camped on last night was gone.
'So the entire thing was fake,' he thought. 'If the Awakeners had known they were sleeping in something this gross… on top of living monsters, they'd never have set up camp.'
He floated down from where he'd been hovering, just in time to see Grimm stabbing the "rock" he'd been sitting on with his spear.
The rock twitched and let out a groan before sinking into the ground.
Lucius shook his head. "It's too early for this."
