Chapter 65: Cht 65: Escape From Hell Hole - (ii)
The sky was fractured by color and fury. Above the trees, high grounds trembled and groaned as if they too were in pain, their peaks shrouded in violent multicolour clouds stirred by elements energies. The battlefield stretched endlessly through the wilderness, beasts fought without restraint, ripping open the very elements of nature in their primal war.
Wind howled like a destructive monster mixed with many other elements. Lightning screamed down in jagged spears. Small ponds turned to steam under gouts of fire, froze from onslaught of frost and the earth itself cracked beneath thunderous paws. Trees that had stood for how many years were torn apart in seconds. The entire expanse reeked of ozone, burnt fur, and molten stone. Every heartbeat pulsed with danger.
And through this tempest of destruction, Gin ran invisible, untraceable, and yet life hanging on throat at times.
Gin moved like a whisper through the carnage, the air parting silently around him. His steps left no trace. The beasts could neither see nor sense him. His good fortune is those with spiritual sense isn’t at this side. His aura was sealed, hidden by the mysterious trait of void demon, a race few had encountered and even less have been recorded about.
But that came with a cost.
Gin could feel it, minute by minute, draining him. The wood energy that cloaked his presence was beautiful and precise, a gentle weave similar to nature. It mimicked the rhythm of forest winds, the rustle of leaves, the soft hush of mossy glades utterly undetectable. Giving extra security to his concealment. But it was draining his core energy at an alarming rate like a leech. It consumed him slowly but thoroughly.
He had estimate, one hour at most, before he would be fully drained. After that, he would be exposed. A whisper in a hurricane of monsters. (** A little joke from author - Like a nak*d person in a po*n video)
And only ten minutes had passed.
He darted between fractured cliffs, his breath controlled, pace measured. Overhead, two sky-serpents clashed, one trailing thunder, the other coiling with flames. Their impact unleashed a detonation that flattened a swath of wilderness. Gin hurled himself behind a fallen stone outcrop just as a plume of ash and molten bark swept past. The heat singed the stone, but Gin remained untouched.
Well, almost.
His arm stung, a tiny angry welt where embers had snuck through the dense air. A shallow wound, but enough to draw blood.