Soon, the two of them began navigating carefully through the burning town.
Thick smoke billowed through the streets as they moved from alley to alley, avoiding the main roads where the loudest clashes of battle echoed.
The heat was oppressive, and the metallic scent of blood mixed with burning wood made the air heavy and nauseating.
As they paused briefly behind a half-collapsed wall to catch their breath, Jake surveyed the surroundings leading toward the port.
He was glad he had checked the map before they left the shelter.
It was the same port where he had gotten off Henry's ship, so he was somewhat familiar with the layout.
Maybe it was because of his Luck stat, but the sound of fighting raged more intensely from the central square rather than the road leading toward the port.
The path ahead seemed relatively clearer, though still dangerous with the surrounding flames.
Jake wiped sweat from his brow and glanced at Grace.
