"Lord Muhammad, we've found something over here!"
The party was moving in a rush. Having marched continuously for a long time, everyone was already exhausted to the bone. Fortunately, there was strength in numbers; despite the massive upheaval, aside from a small fraction of soldiers who had fled or died in battle, very few had fallen behind. The majority of the personnel were gathered in Muhammad's contingent, splitting into three separate routes alongside White and Rose.
Muhammad, walking at the very tail end of the group, squeezed out from the crowd, scratching his messy black hair and smacking his lips with a half-asleep look on his face, his nostrils twitching as he sniffed the damp, earthy scent in the air.
Chapter 118