They had been walking for almost thirty minutes since Mirael woke up and treated the injured
Marching blindly forward.
The fog was so thick that Revan couldn't see the person walking three meters ahead of him.
For now, Revan can only rely on his hearing.
'This is stupid.'
For thirty minutes, veins had been visibly bulging on Revan's forehead. He was absolutely furious right now— ah, no. In fact, he had been constantly annoyed ever since he ended up in this godforsaken place. It completely drained him physically and mentally.
He almost laughed.
'You know what, whoever's writing the script of my life — I just want to talk. Really. Sit down, have a cup of tea, and discuss why you felt the need to add fog. Was the bone field not enough? Were the monsters not enough? — that all wasn't enough drama for you?, fuck you dude'
He took a shallow breath. Trying to clear his head.
