"Damn the grass, damn the trees, damn Echel!"
All along the way, the complaints of Mr. Reed rose up without cease from the waist-high grass, crushed underfoot and releasing a bitter plant juice.
Echel walked at the front, followed by Lyle, with Reed bringing up the rear.
The heavy armor, entangled by branches and vines, made Reed's burdened trek even more difficult, and the invisible pits hidden in the thicket were enough to provoke a stream of authentic Dreya curses from within his fully enclosed iron helmet.
Lyle cracked a relieved smile; it turned out he wasn't the only one suffering in Liveser.
The trio was on their way to the kingdom of Liveser in the trees, with Lyle as the invitee and Reed tagging along.
"Ha! So much for the so-called land conquerors, the knights of Dreya are this incapable?"
Before Reed could reply, there was a clang—a loud sound of metal striking metal that echoed through the quiet forest.
