THE FOURTH TRIAL CONTINENT
Sung and his forty disciples walked through the ruined city on foot, making their way toward the fourth trial hall.
Many beasts lay dead along their path. The air was thick with the heavy stench of rot; some of the corpses were already being devoured by maggots and vulture beasts.
Woo stepped forward, leaving the other disciples to their discussions. He walked shoulder to shoulder with Sung, his head lowered.
“Umm… Elder Sung.”
“What do you want now, Woo?” Sung stared at him for a few seconds, hands clasped behind his back as he stepped over the corpse of a three-headed lion.
“Umm… why didn’t we just take to the sky? Wouldn’t it have been far better and faster?” Woo asked, one hand pressed against his nose as they passed the rotting body of a void snake. “
