As they walked towards where the crocodiles lived, Kyrie felt the ground underneath his feet becoming muddier and wetter, his feet starting to sink beneath the mud soil and the ambient becoming hotter, the temperature finally going up by dozens of degrees, the place was steaming hot instead of cold.
A welcome change of place. There was heat in this palace, and since they lived in the steaming lakes. 'Is it like hot springs?' Kyrie thought chirpily. He only went in the hotspring made by Ingrid; it wasn't the natural deal as shown in animes and Eastern media.
Would it be much better or worse than the artificial one? Would it be any better or worse than his experience in Ingrid's hot springs? 'Well, without Ingrid, I may enjoy it to the fullest extent; crocodiles are nothing compared to that woman.'
