"Just ahead, there is no more than five kilometers to go..."
"Get out of this swamp mire as quickly as possible, the mud is already getting into my armor cracks. Damn, too clumsy, too heavy..."
Around a cluster of trees and swamps, three shadows were advancing in a single direction. This was the remote southwestern corner of the Pale Land, adjacent to the decaying swamp. Hence, some areas manifested swamp characteristics, creating a crevice feature similar to Ash City.
Thump, thump, thump...
Splotches of dark mud were blasted open by metallic footprints. The noises of the Iron Knight's sprint were equivalent to an elephant charging, indiscriminately opening a path downwards in the swamp. Ghost Man and Casio were much lighter, leaving no trace in the mud, their speed extremely fast.
The Iron Knight actually wanted this too, but he had no choice, the armor on his body was related to his power system, he wouldn't take it off unless absolutely necessary.
