Chapter 36 Something Is About To Change

Chapter 36 Something Is About To Change

Northern's expression crumpled as it was immediately overwhelmed by dread, fear crawled across his skins with cold tips, his body shook uncontrollably.

'W–w–w—what?...'

Thinking straight at this moment was impossible. His nemesis was here again.

Why? Why now? Why again?

Just when he thought he had finally grasped victory by its helm and was going to lead his way out of this hellish realm. It came again.

What in the world is this nonsense?

Who wanted him dead so badly that would go to any extent to see their dreams come to fruition.

Was it the gods? Was it Rughsbourgh? Damnit who should he haunt after he dies?!!

'Huh...'

At once Northern's face became grim, void of any fears or emotion for a second.

'...you just thought about death didn't you?' He internally said to himself.

He tilted his head with a dangerous glimmer in his blue eyes.

'Don't do that... we are not going to die here. We... are... survivalist.'

Thud!

A heavy pressure, almost palpable crumbled on Northern's vicinity, making the shadows surrounding the lower level of trees shrink back as fast as they could.

The Night Terror took a pause, it's tetrad eyes narrowing at once.

Northern like a living dead bent over to pick the decrepit scimitar and aimed it forward, lackadaisical to the chains bounding his hands and legs.

'I don't care... I'm just going to burst through you whatever way.'

His eyes were fueled with a maddening rage and determination, that made his expression starkly dark... like a seed of absolute darkness that would stop at nothing to exert its vengeance upon its foes.

'No, that would be suicidal. Maybe something is really wrong.'

Northern decided to not be reckless this time and trust his intuition. And that sharp edged mind of his was telling him to silently stay and do nothing.

Slowly, trying not to alert the Terror unnecessarily, Northern lowered his legs and dropped the decrepit blade, although he tried to do it softly but couldn't totally kill the metallic ring of the rundown blade.

The Night Terror stared a little bit more intense than before for a few seconds before it looked back at the corpse of the monster, it seemed to shrug as it started to walk forward.

At this point, Northern was desperately hoping he had made the right call—he'd never forgive himself if his head flew off before he got the chance to defend himself.

Not that it was going to mean much anyway.

If the Night Terror was dead bent on killing him, he doubted if anything would be able to stop it.

The monster got to his front—Northern's legs were shaking—

the monster bent and picked up his blade then walked away.

For a moment, a wave of relief washed over Northern's heart, it was like he drank a cold water after being in the sun for an entire day.

He watched the monster as it took prideful stride to the corpse of the Friggian Walker, then in a flash, swung the sword and separated the head of the monster from its body.

Then it walked back to Northern.

This time, Northern was not shaking like before, he could tell at this point that this abhorrent creature was not going to kill him.

The monster stood in front of him, arrogantly grabbed the links of his chain right in the middle and hurled him after him as it began to move.

Northern steps floundered, but he managed to keep up, staring at the monster's back with a vehement passion for vengeance.

'I swear... even if it will be the last thing I do... my soul will see no rest until I end you with my own two hands."

Northern vowed as the Night Terror hauled him away to the Kingdom of Red Mine... for the second time.

This time however, his circumstances were different. He was conscious.

Maybe it was a good thing or a bad thing... Northern couldn't tell, but he was sure something was about to change.