The plain ahead gradually narrowed as the hills on both sides rose steeply. Rugged blue rocks hug on the cliffs. Perhaps because of the strong wind on the high grounds, only stubborn moss grew on the ridges on both sides, adding a touch of life to this bleak, primitive distant planet.
Sheyan dipped his finger in the blue liquid and rubbed it on his fingertips. The liquid felt rough but not greasy. It smelled like a mixture of mechanical oil and body fluids.
Kyrgyzna's face turned pale. She told Sheyan softly, "It's the body fluid left behind by a Dragoon's wound, Brigadier General. The situation is more dangerous than I thought... With our current strength, we won't be able to escape if we encounter three or more Dragoons at once. So, for the sake of your safety, I suggest we retreat."
( TL: The Dragoon is a type of Protoss unit: https://starcraft.fandom.com/wiki/Dragoon )
