"Ugh, I hate you so much..."
Verso's voice was strained and strangely muffled by the layer of stinking purple swamp mud and green bug blood currently coating his face.
He slowly walked behind Moon, his boots sinking into the mud as he wore a pensive look.
"Then you should not have thrown mud at me you bastard!" Moon replied, his voice full of petty irritation.
As the noble spoke, he did not turn around, making sure to keep his focus locked on the new overgrown terrain ahead.
The pair had spent the last hour clearing out the remaining centipede nests.
After the golem incident, Moon had made it his personal mission to drag Verso into every single fight physically, ensuring that he got just as dirty as he was.
It had been a complete hour of dodging the centipede's venomous stingers and getting sprayed with their foul smelling blood.
