"F*cking… sh*t." Elias cursed with a deep sigh.
In his hands, he held a sword and shield as he had expected. The issue was, he remembered why he had died so much to begin with.
While monsters were annoying, there was another reason for this annoyance.
The space they occupied.
The monsters themselves had simple attack moves like Alice had mentioned.
Sure he struggled to track them, but with the preparations they've made, it should be a simple matter.
Only…
If his area wasn't a poison swamp that is.
The poison swamp stretched out far beyond the veil of the fog, what little he could see already gave him an idea of what the rest could look like.
A graveyard of trees, twisting silhouette with moss and strands of fungus draping down from above.
Every breath he took clogged his lungs with a metallic taste and smell, the humidity that made everything sweaty and sticky.
