Dante's POV
I hate the rain. The cold weather weakens me, the slippery ground irritates me, and the whole ambience is one huge turn-off. The forest has always been messy, but the damned rain has worsened everything. The wet grass slapped my legs as I walked along, flying insects attacking my face not to mention the sickening scent of petrichor.
“How long till we're there, Griselda,” I growled, just as I ran into a mud pool. My shoes get stuck in the earth immediately, and in my attempt to remove them, the shoe comes off my legs.
“Oh s**t! What is the meaning of this!”
“It is mud, Dante.” Griselda said slowly rolling her eyes in derision. “There is nothing wrong with getting stuck inside it. After all, the hunters who provide the game we eat and the soldiers have to endure much worse
