And who the hell knows what might be swimming around in there with sharp teeth or suction discs ready to feast on their blood the second they touch down in the bog. Dabi's aiming for the outcrop no matter if he's going there alone or with the group.
Luckily the group decides to come along. Holding on is relatively easy, though his hand's starting to tire from the continued cling. It isn't like the coffin has handholds dangling from all sides. But the plateau they're headed for offers a fine place to land and disembark from their makeshift hovering platform.
Dabi drops off the coffin once they're close to the rocky spread, igniting some flames from his feet to carry him the rest of the way to the ground. Already there by the time Mayerling sets his coffin and its passengers down. Leaning against the wall and looking like he's been waiting for some time.
"The route looks like it continues there." The villain points out towards the forest, indicating a small clearing of it that seems to harbor some kind of open, winding route. Not a road, but some sort of natural walkway. "If we keep going this direction, we should reach the area the mushroom's in." The legend describes it as a "glen" but considering the nature and look of these woods, Dabi isn't expecting anything less than gnarled tree roots interconnecting with each other and weed-choked grasses beneath fog-laded overhanging boughs. In other words, shit territory.
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Luckily the group decides to come along. Holding on is relatively easy, though his hand's starting to tire from the continued cling. It isn't like the coffin has handholds dangling from all sides. But the plateau they're headed for offers a fine place to land and disembark from their makeshift hovering platform.
Dabi drops off the coffin once they're close to the rocky spread, igniting some flames from his feet to carry him the rest of the way to the ground. Already there by the time Mayerling sets his coffin and its passengers down. Leaning against the wall and looking like he's been waiting for some time.
"The route looks like it continues there." The villain points out towards the forest, indicating a small clearing of it that seems to harbor some kind of open, winding route. Not a road, but some sort of natural walkway. "If we keep going this direction, we should reach the area the mushroom's in." The legend describes it as a "glen" but considering the nature and look of these woods, Dabi isn't expecting anything less than gnarled tree roots interconnecting with each other and weed-choked grasses beneath fog-laded overhanging boughs. In other words, shit territory.