The domain of Anura was left with tension in the air that grew thicker amongst the heretics as the Lamb stepped deeper and deeper into the groves of mushrooms, Their hooves made faint prints on the ground beneath them. they kept a steady pace throughout the crusade. Their crimson fleece gently wrapped around their body, flowing through the air like strands of ribbons as they walked. A stench of blood admitted from their clothing, leaving their tracks with a lingering smell of iron.