Chapter 128: Grisly Bog
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Nesha asked as Percy wrapped the bloody garments around a large stone, tossing it in the murky swamp. A few bubbles rose to the surface, releasing a putrid stench of rot upon popping.
The group had already reached Bogside town, though they hadn’t entered it yet. Entering while wearing his bloodstained bandit clothes and coming from the direction where they had killed the guards would only spell trouble down the line. Instead, they had circled around the town, stopping by the Grisly Bog to get Micky settled first.
“It would be riskier to leave them in our possession. If somebody saw them, they’d know it was us. Plus, I don’t have enough space to keep them in the amulet forever.” Percy said, pinching his nose.
“I get that, but wouldn’t it be better to leave them where they died than bring them here, in the vicinity of the town where we’ll be staying?” Nesha didn’t let go.
“Nesha… If it gets to the point that House Tantalus is combing the swamp waters with a spoon, we’ll be fucked either way.” he said, putting the debate to rest.
Suddenly, a large shape rushed out of the swamp, drenching Percy in a splash of brown water. It was a crocodile, though it was twice as long as a normal one, coated in a layer of spiky scales. It pounced on the duo, opening its oversized maw wide, preparing to chomp the unsuspecting humans down.
Sadly for it, however, the humans weren’t quite as unsuspecting as it had thought.
Right before the beast reached them, a second shape rushed their way, this one smaller but much, much faster. Its plumage was covered in dense amber lines that branched out of its heart and sternum both, reaching every corner of its body. As for its feathers, they were softly glowing in a green colour, with two vortices swirling behind the tips of its wings. Naturally, it was Micky, who had already warned Percy of the crocodile, having spotted it via Soul Vision long before it revealed itself.
Flying over the monster’s neck, the crow slammed it to the ground, as his talons carved a path through the tough scales, releasing sparks in the process. Blood gushed out wherever they passed, as the Yellow beast’s soul was cleanly split in two. Carried by inertia, the lifeless carcass then slid in the mud for a couple more feet, before Percy stopped it with his boot.