"Drip."
Filthy droplets of stagnant, rotten water fell from overhead, splashing in scattered flecks across the ground, where feces mixed with mud and wet earth.
The cramped, narrow stone walls reflected a cold, dim light. Now and then it glinted across the half-exposed blade that rose and fell gently with his movements, the iron-gray edge flashing sharp for only an instant before vanishing.
The Beheading Longsword, long since mastered and made his main weapon, was firmly strapped to his back.
In his hand was the one-handed Wooden Sword, Green Pine, a little less sharp but far more suited to the current situation.
His pitch-black eyes reflected the pus-green of the Fungal Moss growing in the cracks of the stone walls.
His gaze was fixed on the dim depths of the passage ahead, his focus stretched taut as he stayed alert for every suspicious movement.
Xia Nan held the Arm Shield on his left arm loosely before him, while his right palm rested tight against the sword hilt, the tip slanting downward.
While making as little sound as possible, he kept himself ready to engage at any moment.
By now, it was already the second day since he had taken the commission from the Adventurers Association and set out.
No matter how much he looked forward to Tooth Hunt, no matter how badly he wanted to hack down hundreds, even thousands of goblins and grind like mad, the encounters from his previous missions, along with those adventurers in the tavern who had vanished after he had seen them only once, still forced him to rein in his impatience and make full preparations in River Valley Town.
Compared with the expected mission duration of a little over two days, he had brought enough food supplies to support a week of wilderness survival,