As the group continued forward, the muddy dirt road gradually turned into smooth, wet cobblestones, and the twisted trees receded from both sides of the path. A thin fog began to spread again, turning distant scenes into blurred shadows, and the air was always filled with a distinctive stench of rotting corpses.
Where there was the stench of decay, there were naturally corpses. Thanks to his keen observation, Lancelot had noticed more than once the dead bodies lying by the roadside, their remains looked to have been gnawed on by wolves or other wild beasts. However, leftover arrows and bones crushed by blunt instruments were still silently explaining the cause of their deaths.
