The night and day in the borderland almost had no difference. It was still dark, still suffocating, still full of danger. The only mark was that the day came when it felt like the sky grew slightly brighter, like someone lit a torch in the distant sky.
And it was at this slightly brighter state that the Mortix van roared across the marsh. As expected of a military-grade vehicle made by a leading company, the deep red van was equipped with artillery. It obliterated the wraith and beasts wandering between the route it take from the gate to the jungle's entry point.
But while the van looked rough and scary from the outside, the inside was actually rather snug. Of course, it couldn't be compared to the cars those elites from the green-zone usually used, but for Zein, he had never traveled in such a comfortable container before. All the vehicles he traveled in was either logistic truck or big wagon with hard seats.