Till this moment, Soren's heart had not ceased its climb.
How could it?
Still, he had to control himself. After all, he had learned one or two things from the Discipline of Sorrow.
Excitement was not one's friend at a time when caution should be wedded.
"Ahhh!!!" Ratler screamed.
He stepped into a pond, and now his foot was trapped.
The liquid climbed his ankle—fast.
He pulled, but it was no use.
Vinegar turned sharply.
Immediately flinging her grappling rig.
It wrapped around the short fat man. She tugged at it, yanking him out.
"Handler, please look after Raftler." Vinegar asked. This task was usually hers when they were in the Glass, but today, she had someone else to guide.
Handler nodded, pulling Ratler closer by his tail.
Surprisingly, Slacker was still reading the map behind. Yet, Soren noticed his feet did not make the same mistakes Ratler did.
They reached a ridge and stopped.
