Chapter 32: Awakening The Woods
The problem was—according to what little Lucien had studied in the forum—monsters, especially field monsters, never venture beyond their region. In fact, that had been the very reason he’d built his strategy around fleeing Evelaine’s Hollow to grind elsewhere and return stronger.
The Godzilla was never supposed to give chase. It wasn’t part of the plan. Not at all!
But he wasn’t about to stop now. Lucien’s face hardened with resolve as the White Crown mask materialized, covering his worn features.
He ran with fierce determination. His legs screamed in agony, muscles tearing themselves apart from within, but Lucien refused to stop—not with that thundering black menace behind him, demonic eyes blazing, ready to crush his bones between gruesome maws.
The chase stretched on endlessly, made brutal by the treacherous slope of ashen rock. Lucien reached level ground and hurled himself down the opposite side, rolling with the momentum. When he hit bottom, he sprang up and bolted toward Ossyn Woods.
Desperate, yes—but he had a plan.
The strategy remained the same as before. Somehow, the Godzilla had found his maneuvers irritating enough to obliterate the surrounding trees, creating a level playing field between them.
However, that would prove far more difficult with the Palebranch woods. And if it happened anyway? Even better—Lucien was eager to fuse something with his Pale Body trait, making it deadlier. He might die before achieving that goal, but that was acceptable.
The point was simple: win or lose, he’d extract something valuable from this battle.
He surged forward, legs trembling with each step, until finally he plunged into the towering white ancients of Ossyn Woods, weaving between their massive trunks.
These woods were even more densely packed than those in Evelaine Hollow, but brightness filtered through, and nothing obstructed Lucien’s path. For someone like him—or the Palebranch Wights—passage was effortless.