Jenny sighed then stood up from the boulder she was seated on,
"That means it's our turn to handle things here."
They were a little far away from where Gwendolyn was docked.
The coastline of the continent of Aderra had mutated into a diverse biome filled with all sorts of grotesque horrors and aberrations.
Twisted fiends that could swim in the waters and crawl on land. The terrifying {Gulls of the Styx} that roamed the skies with their nearly insatiable hunger for human flesh and blood.
Even worse, the terrain was even more unforgiving than the beasts. There were no flesh-eating fauna, or shifting pits of sand that could swallow a man whole. Or other strange things of similar manner.
Instead, the strange rocks scattered across the beach were like sponges that soaked up all the blood spilt on their surfaces. These strange rocks developed unique properties, with a bunch of them becoming terrifying booby traps for any soul unfortunate enough to come into contact with them.
