Chapter 145: Mapping the Madness
The interrogation had been quick and efficient.
The Reaver’s words echoed in Nero’s mind long after the man’s body had crumbled to ash.
Nero incinerated the corpses with elemental fire, reducing them to nothing.
No evidence left behind. No trail to follow.
The Shatterveil was more than just a broken city full of monsters, it was a living labyrinth, shifting like a breathing beast.
Landmarks appeared and disappeared, the ruins rearranged themselves after mana storms, as if the island itself conspired to trap its inhabitants.
There were no maps.
But Nero intended to make one.
Not a normal map, a dynamic one.
He’d done something similar at Hogwarts, where his enchanted parchment had tracked people, secret passages, and even the castle’s subtle magical tides.
But this, he could feel in his bones, would be infinitely harder.