Chapter 577: A Missed Prey
After a sigh, he picked up Baldur’s head, body, scythe, and the twenty-three ghost essence. Then, he entered the damp cave, dismantled the magic circles, and shoved a few beast cores, rare plants and minerals in his spacial ring. Finally, he checked the few books lined by the walls before their disgusting contents about curses and ghost creations made him scrunch his nose.
"This knowledge is best left forgotten."
With a snap of his finger, roaring flames emerged from the ground and engulfed the knowledge and Baldur’s remaining possessions in their fury—revolting body parts suspended in purple fluids.
The stench of carbonisation accompanied his steps out as smoke billowed around him.
With the destruction complete, a soft smile crept over his face as he approached Misha’s sleeping figure.
He dismissed his spell, cradled her against his chest, and kissed her forehead gently.
A chuckle escaped his lips as he felt her tremble under his lips and noticed her fluttering eyelids and burning cheeks.
"I bet you’re so tired that you lost consciousness." He rolled his eyes, yet his smile brightened as she shoved her warm head against his chest and nodded. "I guess I can only carry you, then."
However, he cursed under his breath the next second. Dozens of approaching footsteps echoed by the mountain’s path.
"Time to leave."
Urgency fueling his movements, his grip tightened around Misha as the ground exploded under his feet. Their hair whipped against their faces, and the wind battered their robes as he blurred in the distance without looking back. After all, who would visit this secluded mountain but the cultivators on Baldur’s track?