Chapter 96: Madame Eight Legs (3)
Quack, quack, quack...
A vague earthquake cloud covers the spot where the thunder left off.
It may have been daytime, but with the thick dark clouds covering the sky, the pouring rain, and the frantic lightning, it felt like night.
Vikir pushed his way through the sharp leaves of the Sword Forest.
He had been following Madame's trail since last night.
It was common knowledge that if it rained during a hunt, the chase would be abandoned. It's common sense to abandon a hunt when it rains.
But even in the midst of this heavy rain, the tracks of Madame's movements remain unmistakable.
Half-melted chunks of meat lay everywhere.
They appeared to be part of what Madame had eaten and vomited up, but I didn't bother to examine them to see what kind of meat they were.
Everywhere, Madame's mucus and feces blow into the water, creating a foul odor.
Thick hairs that felt like black needles were scattered throughout the area, and the grass and trees around it were blackened and dried up.