The snakes there were venomous, and she had learned to deal with them without hesitation. But this, this was different.
Are we out of luck? She didn't know what kind of venom these creatures carried, and that uncertainty was a dangerous factor.
We have no anti-venom medicine, and neither do we have time to make one. We can only rely on ourselves to escape.
Mors stood beside her, gripping the knife in his hand, his body tense. He had trained as well, but not in this specific kind of combat.
The sharp hisses of the snakes and the sound of their slithering made his heart race. He had never faced anything like this in the wild.
"Stay calm," Athena whispered to Mors, her voice steady, despite the situation. "We'll make it through this, together."
He nodded, his eyes scanning the snakes with a deep focus. He wasn't going to let anything happen to her.
