They had been moving for six hours when Nero stopped counting the dead.
Beads of sweat rolled down Nero's face. His eyes widened as he let out a painful cough. Then his body shivered as a jolt of pain squirmed through him.
Even with the cloth around his face, the bonedust still found its way into his lungs.
Thankfully for him, Vineheart had been doing a while lot to curb the spread of the terrible calcification.
Unfortunately for many others, they did not have a strange second heart in their chests so they were guaranteed to have a much worse time than he was having.
A few had already dropped and stopped moving.
The wind had picked up a bit, blowing tuffs of white into the air.
Nero let out a heavy sigh as he kept moving forward, the biting wind cut out a bit by the large duo of Kua and Nobe in front of him.
