Chapter 10: Charge!
Creed moved cautiously, his steps light and controlled as he navigated the ruins with a sharp gaze.
His brand-new red spear rested firmly in his grip, its smooth shaft familiar in his hands despite only owning it for a short time.
His breathing was steady, but his senses were on high alert. Every small sound, every flicker of movement in his peripheral vision, made his muscles tense.
He knew better than to let his guard down in a place like this.
The deeper they traveled away from the bastion, the more dangerous the surroundings became.
The once occasional sight of quasi-stage 1 beasts had turned into a frequent occurrence.
Everywhere he looked, remnants of old civilization lay in ruins—collapsed buildings, shattered roads, rusted vehicles frozen in time.
Among these ruins, shadowy figures moved—creatures lurking, watching, waiting.
Their glowing eyes shimmered in the dim light, filled with an unsettling intelligence that made Creed's skin crawl.
It was difficult enough to avoid running into them every few seconds.
But he didn't stop. He didn't attack either. He didn't even spare them a second glance.