"Huff..."
A heavy sigh escaped from Aimar's lips as he gazed around the place where he stood.
"For fuck's sake, I had to be here of all places," he grumbled under his breath while looking down.
Half of his legs were submerged in mud, a sticky feeling crawling all over them.
"Sigh..."
Sighing heavily, he dragged his legs out, trying to move away from the muddy pond.
"....."
Looking around, he found himself in what felt like the abandoned backyard of someone's house.
But there was nothing left of the house except the rusty door and broken frame.
With some difficulty, he got out of the pond and used the wind around his legs to clean the mud sticking to them.
"...So I'm in the middle of the jungle," he grumbled under his breath while taking out his spear.
The sunlight barely pierced through the thick vines, covering the area with nothing but greenery.
