Chapter 78: The Distant Cathedral
It seemed that the squad of Chosen had severely underestimated the distance they would need to pass through to reach the cathedral. After a whole day of moving cautiously forward, they didn’t seem to be getting any closer.
’Maybe use Cinder?’ The idea passed through Azrael’s head. Up until now, he had met several monsters along the way, but there were no Nightfletch nor any kind of monster that could strike from afar.
However, using the Remembrance was still a risk. There wasn’t anything flying in the area, meaning if Cinder were to soar through the skies, it could attract the attention of things it shouldn’t.
Night had descended once more on the lands. The Chosen rested on the rooftop of a building like before.
’The Blessed Teapot will cover our water expenses, while Seraphina told me that she could purify monster meat if we are about to starve to death. So we should be mostly fine, there is no need to rush...’
Briefly, the image of her camp appeared in his head. The place had fortified defenses now and more Chosen in its ranks, but would they survive without their strongest members? It would be bad if they returned only to find a deserted camp.
He took a glance at the sleeping Chosen. There were less than a dozen, and even if there were some strong members like him, Seraphina, and Isolde—the main question remained in his head.
’Can we kill a Rook?’ The Death Knight was a Savage Profane monster. It would be for the best if they surrounded it with dozens of Chosen on all sides. But Azrael didn’t even consider the best possible outcome. On the contrary, he always expected the absolute worst.
’The more expectations I have, the more I will be disappointed in the end.’ His face darkened. ’Luck has never been on my side. I won’t rely on something as unreliable as it.’
He was mentally preparing himself for everyone that had entered the Rift to perish, leaving him alone to face the Death Knight. The chances of that happening were minuscule, but it was still there.
This was why he was so fixated on power. It was more favorable to do things himself rather than relying on others.
"What are you sulking about?" A female voice echoed behind him.