"Damn this muck,"
Erik pulled his leg from the sticky mud filling the entire area. He couldn't stop swearing. Not only was walking harder, but now his clothes were all dirty and wet, and he couldn't even fly since there were flying thaids everywhere.
The funny thing was that the mud was there because of him. Erik had to fight some particularly troublesome pack thais, and he used water powers to do so since the beasts were really fast. This way, he could slow them down.
Mixed with the water and earth was also the blood of the slain creatures, which made the already sticky substance even more sticky.
"Fantastic," Erik muttered, looking down at his mud-caked boots. "The most powerful man alive, and I still end up looking like I fell in a pigpen."
