The fog above clung low and thick, and the silence of this place made even hurried movement feel wrong, like the world was waiting for them to make noise so it could answer.
"Now, don't take any other paths besides the one we're taking," Darma said as he began rushing up the slope as if it were a straight path forward.
The instruction wasn't delivered like advice. It was delivered like a rule that had already been paid for in blood. Darma didn't glance back to make sure they understood; he simply moved, boots digging into loose dirt and dead needles, shoulders angled into the incline as if the mountain was trying to shove him back down.
Ludwig didn't hesitate to follow after, and so did Akro, Gale and the rest of the lizardmen.
