Aisha really was light. Unlike every one else, the young Lady had somehow found a way to maintain her hygiene despite the terrible circumstances they were under.
Unlike him who smelled absolutely rancid, her fragrance was still soft and pleasant.
Nero's brows furrowed,
'I hope I don't stink too bad right now.'
His worries were quickly assuaged when the horrid stench of the bog wormed its way into his lungs, threatening his sanity.
Nero pursed his lips and trembled, holding back his urge to retch violently.
He felt Lucy's presence behind him. True to her words, she had managed to keep up with him.
The ground here was slippery, with muddy pits and sinkholes in some areas.
Nero came to a half slowly and pulled out the map Obed had given him.
His eyes quickly scanned the map before he tucked it away the next moment, stepping into a different path.
This continued on for a while.
Lucy looked all around, her face a bit pale,
"There's nothing but swamp here."
