The fog over Narhild had finally begun to lift, thinning just enough to reveal the aftermath of a battle that had raged through the night. The ground beneath their boots was soaked in hissing black fluid, boiling, evaporating like some volatile acid, as the remains of the monsters they'd slain slowly dissolved into steam.
Reiner's breath came in ragged bursts, his sword trembling in his grip. Randal stood tall beside him, grinning like he'd just finished a round of sport. Void crouched briefly, wiping blood off his spear before lifting his gaze toward the narrow, winding path ahead.
And that's when they saw it. Cleyterblight.
