Chapter 839: Ilcheon Cult (17)
The faint chirping of insects echoed along the quiet mountain path. It was the hour when the twilight lingered, just before the moon rose.
The blue forest was bathed in an orange glow from the setting sun, the light gradually dimming as darkness prepared to take over.
In this serene forest, Ilcheon Sword walked calmly, his steps measured.
He scanned his surroundings as he moved. There was almost no sign of life. The silence was so profound that it felt unnatural.
Even more unsettling was the subtle, almost imperceptible tension that gnawed at his senses, setting his energy detection on edge.
He raised a hand to rest on the hilt of his sword, drawing steady breaths as he heightened his awareness. For some reason, he felt it was necessary.
‘Ominous.’
Was it because night was falling? Or was it something about this forest itself?
The forest, pristine and serene, inexplicably exuded a sense of unease.
How could it be so quiet?
The only sound was the faint chirping of insects. There was no cry of animals, not even—
‘Not even the aura of beasts.’