The Howling River wasn't too wide.
However, it was extremely long.
So much so, in fact, that even those cursed to stay in the god-forsaken, monochrome domain didn't know exactly how long it stretched.
It had been more than two hours since Daru began the long journey with the Damnedling Army, and they somehow ended up tracing the banks of the river at some point.
More questions flooded his mind after realizing that wherever their lair was, it wasn't close to the Cemetery of the Damned.
This, in turn, made him wonder why the seemingly sentient wretches abandoned their operation to raid the misty graveyard because of him.
The Damnedling Army could be considered a horrifying force.
Naturally, the lost ones — who lived an every-wretch-for-themselves lifestyle — didn't dare attack him.
The journey was long but peaceful.
Although Daru was deep in thought most of the time, he also appreciated the uncolorful surroundings from time to time.
