The Prissy Caravan did not linger long at Storm Corner.
Having just arrived, they set off again almost empty, with Lu Li as the only passenger.
The mycelium horses emitting a putrid stench repelled any strange creatures along the way, making the reduced caravan less noticeable.
"We are not children."
In the leader's carriage, Bastus scoffed at Lu Li's talk of the Land of Light.
Only the weak and the children would believe in such elusive fairy tales.
Places bathed in sunlight? Lands unreachable by the strange? Plants growing untainted?
Even if his dead mother rose to say these things, he wouldn't believe her; he'd send her back to her rest.
In some sense, Bastus wasn't wrong; in a dark land filled with death and deception, despair was the eternal hue. Despite endless rumors of beauty, they proved to be simply traps ready to devour the unwary.
Even if spoken by the Legendary Exorcist.
