Witch's Marsh jeena yahaan, marna yahaan

ugh—what muck!

aditya slowly made his way through the mire, cursing under his breath with each step. bugs formed a swarming cloud around him, and his legs were coated in green-brown mud up to his knees and hocks.

still, he carried on, heading south. although he should know better. . .he'd once roamed these lands. and now had taken a wrong turn, obviously.

all he needed to find were the mountains, and then cross them.

preferably before winter. which he thought was doable. but then, he'd not anticipated this.