A gray, oppressive poison fog, thick as ink, settled over the land. The stench of rot mingled with the acrid smell of acid rain.
The acid rain hammered against the Bone Wings on Night Abyss's back, creating a dense PING PING sound.
Su An'an huddled in Night Abyss's arms, her pupils, veiled by a grayish-white film, trembling slightly.
Her stomach was twisted in knots, and her throat was painfully dry.
They had been walking for over five hours, but there was still no sign of the Rebel Army's base.
'Anxiety spread through her heart like wildfire.'
"Are you hungry?" Night Abyss's hoarse voice carried a trace of exhaustion.
He looked down, his crimson vertical pupils sweeping over Su An'an's pale lips.
His right hand, caked with dried blood, pulled out their last nutrition bar and offered it to her lips.
Su An'an shook her head, fumbling to push it away. "You need this more than I do."
