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/Two days later…/
/Step step…/
"My back is killing me..." Testros complained as he tried to stretch...
/CRACK!/
"!!!"
Dale could only silently pray to the old man...
...
After walking nonstop for close to three days, the Raid team looked as ragged as one can imagine.
Their clothes had dirt spots in many places, being torn in some corners.
Their hair was disheveled, their eyes had dark spots around them, and their overall condition just wasn't good.
They had been walking with no rest in between, so it made sense.
Their only respite was that once they arrived at the lake, by following one of the river's shores, they managed to arrive at their destination faster without meeting any dangerous creatures.
