Chapter 340
An Unsightly Sight
Northern was silent for a couple of seconds.
'Well, she's practically right... although I don't even know what the monster is. Whatever it is that is causing all the monsters in this depth to rampage must be sothing very strong'
Still, he didn't see himself dying to anything. Not now, not anyti at all.
"And the ship?"
"We'd have to fly back to the surface..."
Northern looked around; the hill he had made out of monster corpses was gone, only dry bones scattered around the surface of the murky waters.
"How long has it been anyways? Looks like a couple of months have passed."
"We did lose track of ti at a point, besides we can't be too sure, not every rift has the sa ti flow with the outside."
She looked out of focus for a beat and ca back,
"Anyways, we have to go to the surface." She extended her hand to Northern.
Who in response staggered back with pale disgust,
"What?"
"Let
be your ride?" An awkward, devilish grin ford on her face. She relished this mont.
"What? It's nice to see you are making jokes which you suck at but wipe that hideous smile off your face."
Imdiately, Raven straightened her expression, the awkwardness on her features vanished like it was never there.
She had only decided to try it out, the joke, but now she was very embarrassed at herself, she turned away slightly, cheeks reddening.
Northern stood with one squinted eye, things were descending into a depth of chaotic awkwardness, he needed to do sothing before it got worse.
"I guess there's no choice, I don't think you'll let
have the shield and carry you instead."
Raven looked back at him and grimaced.
'Thankfully, that made her usual self co back'
"I thought so too... Then I guess I have no choice but to let you carry ."
Right now, Northern didn't have any monster capable of flight, Koll was the closest to one but he had a great jump force, not flight.
Also, he didn't know right now, how to best utilize his repertoire of abilities to create flight out of them. He also didn't think there'd be a way.
So, he had to rely on Raven for now.
Raven smiled and summoned the shield to her back, as it sparkled into existence, black lusterless wings spanning over five ters spread out from her back.
She slowly levitated and extended her hand for Northern to take.
Gentlemanly, he took it and went up with her, it was a bit rocky for her to manage pulling him at first, the wings themselves seed to even have felt the weight.
But it got better as they steadily flew up.
Eventually, they landed on the surface Raven had left from.
She bent on her knee and breathed heavily for a while–that was how exhausting it was to pull Northern up, all the way to the surface level.
A depth of probably over 20 ft.
Northern however, stood up, then looked forward...
His eyes...
...they froze at the sight that he beheld.
"What is this?"
Raven quickly noticing the trembling in his voice stood upright and imdiately scowled as she saw what he was looking at.
What could have done this.
The scene before them was one of unparalleled gruesoness and primal ferocity, a tableau of disaster and bloodshed that defied comprehension.
The ground appeared as if it had been violently upheaved, scarred by the savage conflict that had raged upon it.
Corpses of fallen creatures, twisted and broken, littered the landscape in an unending sea of death.
Their blood, thick and dark, pooled into an ever-growing river that wound its way through the chaos, spilling into deep craters that marred the once-stable earth.
These pits, like gaping wounds in the terrain, were filled with the crimson lifeblood of countless beings, creating a macabre tableau that churned Northern's stomach and stilled his breath.
The air was heavy with the stench of decay and the tallic tang of blood, a suffocating note of the sheer scale of the carnage that had unfolded.
The sight alone was enough to invoke a deep-seated terror, a primal fear that gnawed at the soul.
It was a place where the very essence of life had been extinguished in a brutal display of unrelenting savagery.
The echoes of the conflict seed to linger, whispering eerie tales of unimaginable brutality and suffering.
As Northern and Raven continued to stare upon the scene, a chilling realization settled in—a sense of dread of the one creature that could have done this to its kin.
Suddenly Northern felt a wave of nausea surge through his body. His stomach twisted into knots, rebelling against the grotesque sight.
He suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge rising from the pit of his abdon, a churning that clawed its way up his throat.
Desperately, Northern turned away from the sight and clutched at his stomach, doubling over as his body heaved.
A sour taste filled his mouth, followed by a burning sensation that seared his esophagus.
With a violent spasm, he retched, his muscles contracting involuntarily.
The contents of his stomach erupted forth, splattering onto the ground with a wet, sickening splash.
He gasped for breath, his body wracked with convulsions.
Each heave was more forceful than the last, leaving him weak and trembling.
His throat burned, and his eyes watered as the acrid bile forced its way out.
He could feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead, his pulse racing as his body purged itself of the toxic dread that had overwheld him.
Raven looked at him pitifully, as he vomited.
It was not like Northern had not seen a grueso scene before, after all that had been the first thing he saw when he entered his first rift.
But this... this was on another whole level.
"All the creatures in these mountains must have died here..."
Northern wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his forehead was still pale as he straightened his back.
"I doubt that... but I don't want to think about what is going on down in the depth."
It was no wonder why all the monsters were rampaging.
"No doubt about it, that monster must have been what did it."
Northern was silent for a while, he was still turned away from the scene. He furrowed his brows and spoke, his tone tensed and a bit shaky.
"Raven, are you sure we can survive this monster of yours?"
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