## Chapter 11: Heretic II
Dust shivered slightly,
"There should be a map that can show me the way to the closest city. However, the journey might be..."
Although these parts of the Carrion Empire were relatively safe, that was just in relation to the more dangerous world.
In reality, it was still a death sentence to try to roam the wilderness alone.
Especially when one possessed just a sword and what could only be considered as the bare minimum amount of training required for protection.
But he had no choice.
Abominations were drawn to the scent of blood and decay.
The Black Mites loved to eat human viscera and skin so they had left most of the corpses intact. Just very mutilated.
There were many other dangers waiting for their turn to feast.
With that in mind, Dust quickly made a decision.
He stood up from the bench and began jogging back to the church.
As he made his way through the town, he traveled through his own thoughts into the past.
He had not loved this town.
