"Ha... ha... ha..."
With his hands on his knees, Tasjin stood by the riverbank, gasping for breath.
Although they fled in advance and didn't run towards the riverbank, of the dozen or so companions, only five remained.
The rest were either swallowed by the swamp or couldn't outrun the Master Knights.
They seized the opportunity and managed to escape along the original path to a dry land hill, barely saving their lives.
Under the damp and oppressive river wind, these five companions looked at each other, their faces covered in mud and helplessness.
"Let's rest for a while and bandage the wounds," Tasjin said, his voice hoarse, enduring the pain. "Otherwise, even if we escape, we'll die from infections."
This damned Black Snake Bay climate, where even a minor wound can get infected with tetanus.
Leaning against the palm tree trunk on the hill, Tasjin held out his hand for a companion to cut out the rotten flesh struck by lead pellets, then turned back to gaze at the marshland.
