Chapter 112: Taking a Detour
Klaus already understood the severity of the situation, but hearing the words "I don’t think" made his spirits drop even further. No matter how he looked at it, the situation was completely out of his control, spiraling into something far worse than he had anticipated.
Faced with no way forward, the only path left was to turn back. But doing so would mean admitting that every struggle up to this point had been for nothing.
Moreover, turning back meant facing a gauntlet of monstrosities all over again. Seeking an alternative route was no better either; it was a dreadful and futile endeavor, with little chance of success. There was a strong possibility they’d find nothing at all or worse, fall prey to some unknown creature lurking along the way. Most terrifying of all, they risked encountering the very parasitic horror they were so desperately trying to escape.
So what was the appropriate course of action in this situation?
Glanced around, the rest of the group wore complicated expressions, visibly uneasy and shaken. They must have realized the gravity of the situation as well, because their faces reflected a grim mix of fear and uncertainty.
Deep in thought, Adrian muttered continuously under his breath, chewing on his fingernail. Morgan wore an uncharacteristically serious expression, a rare sight, while Seraphim maintained her usual unreadable gaze, though it was clear she was feeling the same amount of pressure.
Just like that, the silence thickened around them, stretching on as if time itself had come to a halt.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Klaus was constantly thinking of ways they could possibly salvage the situation. But no matter how hard he tried, if they couldn’t head east, things would inevitably become more complicated and dangerous for their small group.
Constructing a makeshift bridge seemed like the ideal solution, but searching for materials would leave their backs exposed to danger.
Even if, hypothetically, they decided to build a bridge, there were still several critical factors to consider, such as the length of the bridge and the amount of materials required — specifically, wood — to construct the bridge.
But where in the world were they supposed to find that kind of material in this empty, desolate terrain, surrounded by nothing but deadly and chaotic monsters?