Chapter 120:The North Is Still Intact
A cloaked figure moved swiftly through the dark forest, weaving through the trees like a shadow. It barely made a sound as it trekked forward, its presence blending into the night. Despite its speed, it moved with a purpose, as if drawn toward something unseen.
Edrik and his squad trailed behind, hidden in the darkness, their movements precise and silent. They were trained for this—specialized in stealth and tracking, capable of blending with the shadows.
Yet, something felt off. The usual threats of the forest, the monsters that lurked in the dark, didn’t attack them.
Instead, the creatures fled.
"Something weird is going on," Chandler muttered as he leaped from one tree to another, his movements controlled and deliberate. His sharp eyes scanned their surroundings, looking for any unseen danger.
"What do you mean, Sir?" Edrik asked, frowning at the older knight’s tone.
Chandler’s voice was low but firm. "The monsters might not attack us, but why? If they can sense the cloaked figure, then why not us?" His words sent a shiver down the squad’s spines.
Edrik thought for a moment before replying. "Maybe it’s because we’re cloaked like them. We use darkness to hide, just like that figure. Maybe the creatures don’t see us as prey."
The others nodded in agreement, but Chandler wasn’t convinced. His gut told him something was wrong. "Maybe we should fall back instead of walking straight into the unknown," he said cautiously.
"No," Edrik shot back, his voice firm with impatience. "We’ve been tracking this thing for days. We’re close—we’re almost at the core. Look around. The scenery is changing."
Chandler was about to argue when the air around them suddenly shifted. His breath hitched as he felt the weight of something unnatural pressing down on them.