Olga's boots sank to the calf in icy mud, a sludge sounding out as she freed herself from its grip, "we should have taken the mountain range," she muttered with a deep frown.
"Sorry Olga," Sophia's voice quivered from behind her. She was still latching onto Cerberus who seemed to have it worse, his boots sinking deeper due to the extra weight.
The mud was a cloying, sucking mire that stole boots and swallowed ankles whole. Each step was exhausting.
But they moved at a steady pace.
"How are you doing that," Olga suddenly raised her head to Mr. Valen who was perched on one of the dead trees like some sort of primate.
"Such feats are within my capacity," Mr. Valen muttered trying to peer into the mist, but even with his eye sight, visibility remained limited to ten feet, the blindness was sickening.
"Fucking animal," Olga cursed under her breath, but Mr. Valen despite hearing her paid no mind.
