Darius and his group stood before the vast grasslands. Nobody wanted to enter them after witnessing what effect that grass had on one of them.
Hilton was worried too. He thought of taking the alternative route, but Darius was adamant about taking this one as it was the shorter one. They still had thousands of miles to travel ahead and couldn't stop until they found the ancient city of Anclona.
Darius couldn't waste time taking the longer route. He didn't care about the price he would need to pay.
Darius wore a thick glove coated with multiple layers of pig skin. He was covered from head to bottom in multiple layers of clothes, only his eyes were uncovered.
He stepped forward and picked up a blade of the grass carefully. Enzo and Aubrey were nervous that if Darius's skin came in contact with that grass, then he might end up getting the infection one of their men had yesterday.