A grim procession cut through the swamp.
At its head, a terrified goblin stumbled forward, forced to act as a guide. Behind it walked Aurelion, Rokar, and Rez, their expressions a mixture of determination and exhaustion. In the rear, Krum and Corliss carried a makeshift stretcher crafted from wood and pieces of clothing, upon which lay the still, wounded form of Zura.
Aurelion's mood was as foul as the swamp itself. His entire body ached from the backlash of Limit Breaker, and his patience was worn thin.
"Primordia," he thought with a sneer. "I want nothing more than to stay as far away from it as possible, and now, because of these lizards, I'm walking right towards it. Damn it all."
His gaze swept the murky landscape. "Five petals from a swamp lily, and then I'm free of this cursed place."
Ahead of him, the goblin guide stumbled again, its pace slowing to a crawl.
Without breaking stride, Aurelion struck the goblin's leg hard with the butt of his spear.
