The rainy season was approaching, and the weather had turned cool. Rolling clouds pressed down on the horizon, and a white mist rose from the forest, lingering even at noon.
The ground was a vast expanse of mud and puddles. The marshland was overgrown with wild grass, and the weary, traveling Beastmen had to remain vigilant against sneak attacks from giant lizards and crocodiles.
The Beastmen pushed carts piled high as small mountains with supplies, while An Jin was nestled on one of the carts, wrapped in a cloak.
The large, gray cloak bundled her up tightly. She rubbed her small, red hands, then looked up at the gloomy sky and slowly exhaled a puff of white breath.
They had already covered more than half the journey.
They estimated it would take another two days of travel to reach the city.
"We'll rest here. Eat something before we press on."
Ling Hong was at the rear of the group. Seeing that An Jin looked a little pale, he called for the caravan to halt.
