Spatial Shamble

For three days, we traveled well; there were many dangerous incidents. 

Some had nearly killed, but all three days couldn't be compared to this fourth day. 

"Fucking hell!" cursed Ragas, as he looked at the map. I am too looking at it, with a clone. There is a Nero, who is also searching and very good, but even he is stuck, and couldn't find the right direction.

It is not the first time something like this had happened; it is the third time in the day.

"If this continued, then it will be impossible for us to reach our destination by tomorrow," I said, and he simply glared before looking back at his map.

The outer region and the better part of the middle region were unchanged. With Nero, we have not had to open our maps even for a minute, but as we reached the edge of the outer region, things started to mess up.