FVN Chapter 772: The Shadow Enthrall [Part 3]
Chapter 772: The Shadow Enthrall [Part 3]
Chapter 772: The Shadow Enthrall [Part 3]
No matter how calm he tried to feel about it-
The situation was disastrous.
And it was anything but funny.
Northern's pale face tightened, the faint smile on his lips vanishing as comets of flame curled through the air, streaking downward in an unrelenting barrage.
Then-
Impact.
A massive tremor shook the entire forest.
Explosions boomed in rapid succession, a terrifying golden glow igniting the battlefield as shockwaves tore through the air.
The land was in ruins.
Trees-obliterated.
The snow-long burned away, reduced to nothing but vapor.
Amidst the devastation, however-
The thralls of the shadow storm still surged forward.
They entered the billowing black clouds of soot, forming an opposing tempest against the creeping abyss. Their weapons lashed out like whips of terror, their abilities flashing with deadly intensity.
Yet Northern-
He stood in the midst of the disaster, as good as he had been a couple of seconds before. The bombardment of flames?
This was exactly what the Void Force was meant for.
To trap power in its endless vacuum and redirect it. But he wasn't going to use it.
If he did-
He'd only be feeding the shadow storm more weapons for it to turn against him.
So, he would deal with the thralls first.
And stall for time.
That thought barely settled in his mind when a massive figure hurtled toward him.
A hulking human—his eyes nothing but pools of darkness-charged with reckless force.
Northern sidestepped effortlessly, letting the Drifter slipped past him-
And before the man could react, Northern swung.
The Illusioned Hefter sliced through the air-an invisible arc-
And the man's arm was severed. A clean cut.
Northern suddenly frowned, his face twisting with darkness.
Even though he had cut down the thrall who is clearly a drifter, he did not see any blood.
The thrall didn't scream. Didn't flinch.
Instead-
He stumbled forward, his face contorted with a ferocious, burning anger.
Northern's eyes flickered.
The others-
They reflected the same madness and were closing in.
One after another, they lunged.
A fierce torrent of fiendish horror-
Raining down on him with a barrage of weapons and abilities.
For an imperceptible millisecond, Northern did not move-only his four pupils did, each shooting in a different direction, tracking the thralls as they lunged at him from all sides. Some were faster than others-a chaotic mix of monsters and humans.
formation.
The thralls were no longer fighting as individual warriors-
But as pieces of a greater whole.
Northern's grip on the Illusioned Hefter tightened imperceptibly.
'This bastard. What? You think I'm a delicious meal? Are you salivating at the thought of
having me to yourself?'
Time wasn't just running out.
It was working against him.
Every second that passed gave the storm more data-more opportunities to analyze his
movements.
To understand his patterns.
To find weaknesses.
And now-
The creeping bastard was closer than ever.
He needed to end this.
Somehow.
And maybe-
Maybe getting consumed was the correct answer.
Northern looked at the encircling thralls, a trace of horror flickering across his face.
'I can't believe I'm about to let myself get swallowed by a monster.' Northern paused, breathing softly as he examined them. The synchronized thralls mirrored
his movement-albeit slowly.
Then-
They moved.
A symphony of terrifying flashes converged into the circle in an instant. The battlefield bellowed and rolled, chaos surging as monsters and humans moved with an impossible
coordination, all diving in-one delicious meal in their sights.
'Bastards.'
Northern gritted his teeth in annoyance.
He vanished.
Blink.
Using the Illusioned Hefter's order ability to appear and disappear as many times as he
pleased, he wove through the storm like an untouchable phantom, his invisible blade lashing out like a furious wind-whipping away heads in devastating arcs and curls.
His right hand was a whirlwind of chaos, twisting and curling like a malicious serpent,
relentless in its hunt.
Nothing could be seen of his blade-only the aftermath.
A terrible clangor rolled through the maelstrom, metal singing as body parts spilled like
souvenirs from each swift, deadly voyage.
Northern's eyes remained cold-calculating.
Unwavering.
His focus was unshakable, stark, untouched by the carnage around him.
And all the while-one compartment of his vision kept watch as the creeping shadows
loomed ever closer, salivating.
'Come, come... come have this mouth-watering meal whole.'