Chapter 89 A Living Nightmare

Chapter 89 A Living Nightmare

Six legs sluggishly crept into the tension that sifted through the air as the gate swung open.

Inside wafted with eerie silence, it could be seen that the monsters were currently being extremely cautious.

The colossal monster strotted in slowly, as if to intentionally add to the tension that was already pressing the atmosphere.

Nothing could be seen attached to the beast of burden. Usually, it would have links of chains connected to it and clink with each movement but this time around, it moved alone.

Each monster had their claws out, poised for a strike, they all bent in a way that showed they suspected that something was wrong and were ready to lunge themselves.

The shelled critter fully entered the walls of the castle and stopped. Two bipedal monsters moved to close the gate however before they could as much make a noise.

Their throat was slit and body hidden away.

The gate was not closing.

The monsters were now gnarling, staring at the gate. Perhaps thinking something was definitely wrong.

Even though they were nothing but shells of horror possessed by an immense madness.

The air became cold as a deafening silence settled in the area.

Everything and everyone settled in the embrace of an absolute 'calm before the storm' for a few seconds.

Then...

Night Terror happened.

In the blink of an eye, the stalwart monster became a blur of motion, a whirlwind of chaos and carnage.

Its razor-sharp claws sliced through flesh and bone with ease, cleaving limbs and rending bodies asunder—now, even faster than it ever was.

The monsters, caught off guard by the ferocity of the onslaught, could only muster feeble attempts at defense before succumbing to the relentless onslaught.

Crimson arcs of viscera painted the air, accompanied by the sickening sounds of tearing flesh and splintering bone.

Night Terror moved with a demonic grace, its form shifting and undulating like a living nightmare, evading strikes and countering with devastating force.

As the initial wave of monsters fell, their brethren mustered their courage and rushed forward, claws and fangs bared.

But Night Terror was a force of nature, an unstoppable juggernaut that left only a trail of mutilated corpses in its wake.

Northern, a mere speck in the chaos, watched in awe and trepidation as the Night Terror unleashed its fury upon the horde.

With each strike, the creature seemed to grow in speed and power, its darkness consuming all in its path... like a void.

At the point of that realization, darkness clung to the terror like a cloak, swimming with its form as it shot in and out of bodies, leaving them in a wake of gruesome blood splatters.

Flight?

Forget nemesis.

Forget they are meant to cross path.

Forget closing the rift.

He was going to die!

'I can just run away and find a life for me in the rift...'

That's right, if he could run away now when Night Terror is fighting, he would be able to survive undoubtedly.

There was even a rift somewhere in this one, he would enter it and who knows, it really might be the way outside.

'Maybe it is... maybe I should try it again...' Northern thought.

But then it suddenly dawned on him again.

North.

You are doing it again.

You are beginning to act below expectations.

It was like someone rang the words to him. And that brought him back to reality.

Fight...

He clenched his fist and slowly curled a corner of his lips, shooting his head backward.

His eyes gleamed with maliciousness, drowsed in ethereal blue.

"Whoever you are, you'd have to do better than that to make me give up!"

In that split moment, Northern's eyes had undoubtedly perceived something.

The source of the madness.

It was here... in this rift.

And was definitely try to make him turn... It was quite evident why it was doing that.

Give or take, Northern was set to destroy this castle and close down the rift.

Something... someone, somewhere did not want that to happen.