Chapter 30: The Black Godzilla
In moments, Lucien reached the familiar landmark—the back of the mountain that housed the Hall of Columns. He quickly averted his gaze from the sculpted naked woman’s body and pressed northward.
The Mist of the Forgotten revealed itself as an ashen plain riddled with rocky edges and uneven terrain. At one point, Lucien sensed he was climbing. The slope wasn’t obvious, but it was there.
Then, at the peak, he began descending again. The lower he went, the more the ashen plain transformed. Verdant life erupted around him—trees so healthy they seemed almost unnaturally vibrant.
Their lush canopies spread wide, intertwining so densely that not even a fragment of pale light from above could penetrate the depths of the jagged ashen plain.
The canopy formed its own sky, transforming the depths into a hollow realm. Perhaps this was how it became Evelaine’s Hollow.
Soon, Lucien found himself back in the hollows, treading murky ground littered with creeping branches, low trees, vines, and grasses.
He reached the spot where the Godzilla had awakened and stopped. Every enormous tree house in the area lay crushed and destroyed, as if the very ground had been overturned.
The land had indeed been overturned—by a titanic, demonic creature that now watched Lucien from the darkness ahead, crimson eyes blazing with bloodlust.
[Predator Instincts has detected a tremendous and dangerous level of Bloodlust]
[You are advised to flee]
[You are advised to flee]