C430 To the Black Mountain

*Hiss!*

A peculiar scent wafted through the air as Blood Rose liberally sprayed both herself and Wood with a special insect repellent.

As the scent of the concoction permeated the area, the insects lurking in the shadows scurried away as if in a panic for their lives.

Map in hand, Wood led the way. It was a map drawn by Old Crow, detailing the whereabouts of Illewell