Chapter 160: Demons, Part 3
Telmé retrieved his sword, gripping it tightly as he stood and resumed walking, following the feel and stench of demon ever deeper into the dense, dark forest. He could still feel the hard patter of icy rain, but very little of it managed to breach the canopy. Unfortunately, the continued foul weather meant that though it was midday, it may as well be midnight. Not that he had trouble seeing, but it did make demon hunting that much more terrifying.
He paused when he came to a stream, urgency warring with the need to clean some of the filth still covering him. Cleanliness won out, mostly because his own stench was growing increasingly distracting, and he needed to be able to focus on smelling out the demons since sight and feel were going to grow increasingly useless in the rapidly-descending dark.