Chapter 713

• Noise. Squish?
• The Black Valley was mostly quiet, each remnant that spawned dying almost immediately to the churning bone spikes, or drowning in the swamp before they could make much noise. And the ones that didn't die instantly, their noises blended into the background; getting used to Hell's endless sounds of torture was fucked up, but it was happening, even if Mia didn't want it to. The small bursts of blue flames were almost silent, too.
• But there was noise. Squish. Squish. Something walked in the black swamp, something slow, something heavy. It came closer, and the three of them stared into the fog, looking for any signs of movement. Nothing.