The mud was endless, no matter how many bootfuls were poured out. Livia was glad that she had wings, and could soar overhead. Even the giant was having trouble, strong as he was. He even crashed through the crust of mud once, sinking into the boiling mud beneath.
Livia watched as the others were burnt, suffocated in mud, showered with acid, and very nearly poisoned and mutated into jelly. They would have starved to death, but the giant proved to be an able hunter.
They knew nothing about what had happened to the area, or what dangers might lie in wait.
And somehow, they were strangely confident that they were about to become rich. In the middle of an uninhibited wasteland.
It was quite possible that a mere ten decades of hellscapes had driven them mad. Livia shook her head, she knew it was far worse to be there in person.