The journey towards Gulchtown through the Southern Hills was a nightmare. Ethan, Beatrix, and Athena trudged over jagged rocks that cut into their boots. They waded through muddy streams that sucked at their legs. They pushed past thorny vines that tore at their clothes.
The air grew thicker with the stench of decay, perhaps from the remains of old battles. This area was especially sensitive when it came to interspecific battles.
Ethan's muscles ached from the constant climb. He realized he needed to level up his endurance.
"Keep moving," Athena urged. She led the way, her tall frame cutting through the underbrush like a blade. "Gulchtown's not very far. I can smell the smoke."
Beatrix nodded, her silver hair matted to her forehead, which made her look quite adorable. "Yeah, but this terrain is brutal. It feels like the hills are fighting us. If Orcs attack us right now, I am too exhausted to fight back."
