As they walked on the muddy ground, Rise's shoes gradually accumulated mud beneath them, causing slight discomfort. It could be noted that even with the intense battlefield, there were only rare instances that Rise would be stained by either monsters or humans' blood.
He was not much of a germaphobe, but he preferred to be clean. And this muddy swamp definitely did not meet that criteria.
Feeling the corner of his lips twitched, Rise tried to compose himself.
"Do we have other choice?"
Rise thought maybe he could still endure it if they only needed to pass through here but actually swim it or dive right in? He needed more concentration for that.
Kamille finally saw another side of Rise. He always thought Rise was someone who was indifferent to all things and he could endure any situation. It seemed he still had qualifications according to human standards.
"No," Kamille mercilessly shook his head. "We have to swim through it."
