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He shot a grin back at Pollo before using his sword to cut down any foliage that was still hanging in their path. The smell of smoke and burnt wood became more pungents the further they trekked, the source of the smell drawing closer.

Min-Jin's footsteps became almost undetectable, his stance lowering slightly as the sound of scuffling grew louder. They were closing in.