The path to Gray Mist Lake was shrouded by a dense canopy, casting it in dim light. The air was thick with moisture and the stench of rotting vegetation.
Yano's footsteps rustled on the damp, fallen leaves. Despite the unsettling environment, his expression was calm.
He even had the presence of mind to gently adjust his breastplate, making sure the little boss inside was comfortable.
"Boss, it seems we've picked up quite a few tails. They've been following me this whole time."
Compared to the tension in the tavern, Yano felt much more relaxed now that they were off Rusted Key's turf.
Besides, with his boss along for the ride, this dangerous stretch of the Swamp Forest felt as familiar as home.
It was like taking a stroll through his own backyard.
"CHOMP CHOMP CHOMP..."
"Mm, just a pack of hyenas that caught our scent. When we get to the gate of the Underground City, we'll prepare a little surprise for them. For now... let's just think of it as walking the dogs."
