Chapitre 356: Swordsmith

~Hegatha’s Swamp Island~

Jay held his hands over the fire, warming them while listening to the occasional crackles. The ends of the logs dripped and bubbled a sappy ooze as the moisture was forced out.

While the fire burned away, Red and Archers had been busy. A number of rat-sized moths occasionally swooped towards the light, annoying their master in doing so. That was enough to seal their fate, being cut in two or plunging themselves into the flames and setting themselves ablaze.

A small family of cat-sized slugs had also made its way over, attracted to the light, their slimy forms displeasing Jay, and were just as easily cut apart and tossed back to the slimy water they crawled from.

Jay’s half-opened eyes relaxedly watched as Red’s ossein arming sword waved through the air, but began to frown as he watched. The reach of its blade was barely high enough to find the swooping moths.

“You guys need new swords.” He murmured.