The scar-faced mercenary frowned. "Do you have any extra?"
Gray Rat shook his head. "This is all I have. I'll still need it for the trip back after taking you over there, so I can't spare any for you."
The scar-faced mercenary looked dissatisfied, but he said nothing. Causing conflict in a place like this was clearly not a wise choice.
He truly had not considered that. He had not prepared any means to deal with the environment here and could only adapt as things came.
Freya took out something like a bottle of perfume from her bag, sprayed it in front of herself, then walked over and turned in a circle, letting the fragrance envelop her entire body.
The scar-faced mercenary's throat bobbed at the sight. He had wanted to ask Freya to spray some on him too, but considering that this woman was no simple person, he did not dare use her perfume. In the end, he said nothing.
Duke did nothing at all. This environment posed no threat to him. In his eyes, it was not even as dangerous as Rot Forest.
Gray Rat was the first to step into the fog-shrouded edge of the swamp. Beneath his feet was uneven mud, while rotting vegetation and murky stagnant water intertwined, making bubbling sounds.
Visibility was less than ten meters in every direction, and the thick fog rolled around them like a living thing.
The group formed a line. Gray Rat led, Scarface followed close behind, Freya was in the middle, and Duke brought up the rear.
Everyone held their breath and focused, pushing their senses to the limit. They stared fixedly at the footprints of the person ahead, not daring to lose focus for even a moment.
A soft splash came from ahead and to the side,