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Traveling in the dark posed no problem, for Lind's hearing was very sensitive, especially when his vision was limited; his focus intensified, allowing him to pick up even more sounds.
Upon entering Crying Town, they traversed slopes muddled with mud and isolation, worse than post-war ruins, through the twisted, dilapidated houses.
The path beyond the small town was treacherous, with stone spikes growing wildly in every nook where one might step, while the layered rocks on either side stood as neatly arranged as a wall of red bricks.
Entering this place was like falling into a pit that would puncture through a person, with smooth walls all around, leaving no escape.
They had been traveling in the dark for several hours, even using star grass for illumination, when unexpectedly, the Catastrophe Warhorse, enticed by it like a "carrot," charged forward rapidly.
