Chapter 295. Abyss Hunters (1/2)
Somewhere in a Random Abyss Floor
A dense, oppressive darkness loomed over the land, stretching endlessly in all directions. The air was thick with an eerie silence, only occasionally broken by distant, indistinct sounds.
In the heart of this forsaken landscape, a group of more than 500 individuals—a mix of beastmen, elves, humans, and other races—sat together in small clusters of twos and threes. Their faces were illuminated by a soft glow from the lanterns they carried.
Each lantern housed a single, luminous butterfly, its delicate wings pulsing with a warm, golden radiance. These magical creatures were not only a source of light but also a lifeline, offering warmth in the merciless cold of the Abyss. It has same characteristics of a Luminous flower.
A heavy, unnatural fog rolled through the encampment, swirling in slow, ominous patterns. The land beneath them trembled.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
The tremors grew stronger, sending ripples through the ground. The warriors instinctively reached for their weapons, their eyes darting in every direction.
Something was moving in the darkness.
The footsteps—deep, thunderous—reverberated through the fog. The sheer intensity of each step sent vibrations through their bones.
But they couldn’t see anything.
Despite their numbers, despite their sharp senses honed through years of experience, not a single person could lay eyes on whatever was causing the tremors.