Disposing of a body should have been an easy task inside the second world of the dungeon since most of the islands floated. Unfortunately for the two soldiers responsible for the woman's death, that wasn't the case on the central island since it was connected to the depths. It was basically a huge mountain that crested over the fog which made it impossible to determine how high it truly was.
"Give me a hand, would you?" The violent hunter who carried the corpse grunted.
"You should have thought it better before opening fire. You didn't just kill a civilian, you could have caused a riot there!" The one with a more pacifist approach scoffed.
"Tsk, at least make yourself useful and stand watch while I take out the garbage. I've heard some cryptids are drawn to the smell of blood." The man fumbled to his companion as he neared the fog.
"Again, it's just the consequence of your actions."
"Oh! come on!"
