Chapter 408 Griffin Territory

The colt struggled to pull its hooves out of the mud.

Midday was nearing, and the onset of summer meant there was not a hint of coolness on the shaded path, only suffocating humidity that made it hard to breathe.

The Ashen King in the distance spewed its crown, boiling clouds drifting in the sky, occasionally blowing over a gust of white ash.

The face veil covering mouth and nose fluttered lightly.

A youth named Hatton, dressed in plain clothes, was gritting his teeth while tugging at the packhorse's reins. This creature was hardly a normal horse anymore; it had horns on its head and sharp fangs, and although its disposition was docile if not in heat, it was unfortunately the breeding season in April and May.

Fortunately, they hadn't been entangled here for too long.

"What's that?"

He noticed something glittering in the mud ahead, surrounded by pieces of flesh and signs of beasts having dug holes.