Chapter 140: Prey
Dune walked no more than a few steps when the forest groaned.
"What is it now?"
His foot pressed into something unnatural. A rope, thin but taut.
Dune spun around just as the air behind him split open. A massive log, cracked and ancient, swung from the trees, blades embedded into it, glinting in a scattered blur of steel.
The trap missed his chest by a breath, slicing through the fog before slamming into the dirt with enough force to bury half its body underground.
He stared at it, unmoving.
Traps? But for who... or for what? he thought, narrowing his eyes as he stepped closer to the weapon-laced wood.
The swords embedded in the log were all old. Different hilts, different styles, none of them matched.
He crouched, brushing his fingers across one blade.
This...
Some swords were barely functional, just broken tools hammered into place. But there were too many of them. Dozens. A trap like this would've taken time, days maybe, to build and reset.