Chapter 214 Supposed Boulder

Chapter 214 Supposed Boulder

Atticus was currently in a cave like space. It wasn't wide, only about 8 meters. n()o/)v/.e/-l--B-/I))n

But what had shocked him was the intense amount of mana radiating out of every part of the cave.

Atticus had felt the increase in mana in the air when he had crossed the barrier, but what he was feeling was way more intense.

'This will make things hard,' Atticus thought.

The intense amounts of mana radiating out of every parts of the cave was making feeling everything around him clearly, difficult.

Atticus wasn't sure what exactly was what.

It was as though the whole area was just a huge bright canvas.

Atticus was almost tempted to brighten up the place so he would be able to see clearly, but he knew better than to do that.

He had no idea what was in this cave, and he would rather not turn himself into a live target.

'I'll just have to make do,' Atticus eventually decided.

With a simple focus, a cloak of mana suddenly enveloped his form as he activated his ethereal cloak art, his presence becoming faint until it completely melded with the environment.

Atticus had no plans of letting his guard down for even a single moment.

Using the ethereal cloak, he began moving through the cave. Although he couldn't accurately identify what was what because of the intense amounts of mana blanketing the cave, he could still tell the layout of the cave.

Atticus moved fast without making a single sound through the cave, and after a few minutes of running, he finally saw a change in the layout ahead of him.

'An open space?' he pondered.

Unlike the narrow layout of the cave he had been running in since, it was as if there were no walls or ceiling ahead.

It was enough to baffle him.

Atticus knew himself well enough; although he had gone through a lot of things in this life, he wasn't this brave.

But regardless, he wasn't complaining. It was actually a good thing for him.

Being able to remain calm in difficult situations was very important.

Atticus took in a deep breath; it was an instinctual action. He wasn't trying to calm himself; he was already calm.

'Here goes,'

Still maintaining his ethereal cloak, Atticus stepped into the expansive cavern, his movements utterly silent, with only the soft echoes of water droplets resonating through the space.

After covering a few meters, Atticus abruptly halted his steps.

What made him pause his steps was because of what his sense of feel had just detected.

In front of him was a large outline of a figure. Standing at 30 meters in height and half as wide.

Atticus struggled to discern its nature because the same intense mana in the cave also blanketed the figure.

'Is it a rock?'

Immediately he noticed it, Atticus had used all his senses to probe it, but he had turned out blank.

The figure was completely stationary. Having the same potent stench emanating from the whole cave, not making even a single sound.

There was no indication whatsoever that would indicate that it was a living entity.

Coming to this conclusion, Atticus decided to keep moving. Seeing as the boulder was blocking his way, he circled around it.

'This space is really big.'

As Atticus continued forward, he marveled at the vastness of the space, oblivious to the two sinister, red reptilian eyes that slowly flickered open within the supposed boulder he had just passed, instantly locking on to Atticus's form.