Path of Dragons - A LitRPG Apocalypse (BOOK TWO STUBBING AUGUST 15)

The density of the atmospheric ethera had decreased significantly, but that was as expected, given that Elijah had just conquered the Primal Realm. The stark difference was still a little shocking, and it was even more dramatic than what he’d experienced in Hong Kong. Hopefully, Lucy’s research would have already born some fruit, so he wouldn’t need to worry too much longer about another surge in power. Even if she hadn’t managed to figure out how to work with the seed to get the desired result, Elijah had some ideas of his own.

Because his experiences being immersed in a world of chimera had been enlightening. Often disgusting and always unnatural, but insightful nonetheless. Despite his hatred for everything it represented, Elijah was more than willing to use the knowledge he’d gained for the Earth’s benefit.

But then again, perhaps that had been the chimera’s original intent as well. And seeing how that had turned out definitely gave Elijah a little pause.

In any case, he set out through the tunnels, following them until he finally reached one of the safe zones Mako had shown him. Once he was there, he let the Shape of Venom fall away and, at last, stripped his armor off before taking a long and much needed shower. In the end, it took him almost an hour to scour his skin of all the filth he’d picked up during the last few weeks, and when he was finally clean, he felt the weight of true exhaustion pressing down upon him.

So, he broke out his camping supplies, slipped inside his tent, and curled up inside his Cloak of the Iron Bear. He was asleep in seconds.

Thankfully, he didn’t dream. Especially after the things he’d seen of late, if he did dream, it would have inevitably veered into nightmare. As it was, though, he awoke hours later, stiff, thirsty, and hungry. Rather than eat any of the monster meat in his Ghoul-Hide Satchel, Elijah resolved to wait until he returned to the island.

Or better, to Ironshore where he could visit his favorite greasy spoon and partake of all the fatty fried foods they had on offer. His stomach rumbled at the mere thought.

First, though, Elijah couldn’t stop himself from taking the reward from the Primal Realm. So, he finally acknowledged the notification informing him that he had emerged victorious: