Yat Nation, Azure City.
The tropical rainforest.
A team of nearly thirty people was marching through the torrential rain.
It was the season of spring, when all things come back to life, various poisonous insects came out of their holes in large numbers, and occasionally, one could even see scattered wild boars and wolves.
After a rushed march, Nathan Mamet also felt somewhat exhausted and signaled everyone to rest on the spot.
Soon, the tents were set up.
Julius Mamet carried the weak Beauty Child into a small tent and carefully laid her down.
The rain continued to pour, with lightning flashing now and then.
Her wounds were tearing and twitching unbearably, causing her to whimper unintentionally.
Julius Mamet quickly bent over and asked, "Mrs. Flack?"
"Hmm?"
"Does it hurt again?"
"It's alright," said Beauty Child, as she struggled to turn over and looked at the dense jungle through the tent flap.
