Chapter 162: The Frenzy of Despair
Nero moved swiftly through the twisting pathways of the Shatterveil, his senses sharp, his body coiled like a spring.
He pressed on, his eyes fixed on the path ahead.
He had escaped the encirclement of the Shadow Hunters, but how long could he truly evade them?
Hope’s voice echoed faintly in his mind.
"The closest anchor lies buried beneath the northern valley. Cracked but not yet broken.
It feeds Malrik’s reach into the heart of this place."
That had been hours ago, though Nero suspected that time flowed strangely here.
Now, the valley rose before him like an open wound.
His recon shikigami eagles darted high above, feeding him live images of the terrain ahead.
The closest anchor was nearby, hidden within a valley.
But the eagles had shown something else.
Monsters. Twisted, frenzied creatures born of the Shatterveil’s despair.