JOURNEY TO MIRANGA ISLAND Part VI: Under Attack in the Underworld! They walked for what felt like hours. It suddenly struck Balric that he hadn ’ t once worried about their immanent deadline. “ Well that ’ s somethin to be proud of, ” he thought. Instantly, his stomach roiled up as he began to worry about running out of time. Balric exhaled and saw his foggy breath pass by the small lantern he held up in front of him. It was bitter cold this deep in Saltana, but after walking in it for so long he still shivered. No numbness had set in. It was just as cold now as when they entered this part of the bazaar. Instinctively, he moved the lantern from his right hand to his left and then buried his newly freed hand into his pocket. He looked ahead on the road and squinted hard. He could ...
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