Chapter 277 The White Walkers [Part 1]

Chapter 277 The White Walkers [Part 1]

Upon hearing what he said, Raven tried her best to get up. It was harder than she had expected it to be; she had been crouching for a while, so her joints freaking ached as she tried to stand up.

But it was not enough to make her worried. She dismissed the pain with no expression on her face and observed her surroundings warily.

Even though what Northern had stated was pretty vague before her eyes and—to an extent—incredible senses, she investigated with keen attention to all details.

Northern, however, was less investigative; he just stood there, hands clawed as if they were getting ready to carve out one's heart.

"Northern... are you su—"

"Shhh," Northern placed a finger on his lips to shut her up quickly.

Raven had her doubts; she wasn't, after all, one that relied on others for anything.

She loved to make her own plans and deduce her own facts. Because it can be pretty uncomfortable and disappointing to rely on people.

But this right now was a helpless situation.

It pained her to admit it, but she had no choice, really.

Northern could see clearly, even though he couldn't see the creatures' forms directly; he could see their chaos constructs.

Right now, they were all inside the cold water, floating at the very edge of the ice surface Northern and Raven were on.

The striking thing about them was that their Chaos constructs rhymed so well with that of the water bodies, such that Northern would have not noticed they were there.

[Sense] was what had picked up their presence at first.

'They are probably monsters that can adapt quite well with the water,' Northern deduced.

He supposed that the water gave them some sort of invisibility, extreme cold resistance too.

He wouldn't be surprised to find out the existence of more abilities related to this climate.

Because their Chaos constructs were almost perfectly the same, except for some little ligatures here and there.

And those were what sustained the differences between the essence of a monster and that of water.

No matter how similar their compositions were, in the end, water is water, and a monster is a monster; neither is any of each other.

Those ligatures were there to uphold that fundamental fact.

Of course, Northern had a wild idea that if he probably messed with the Chaos construct of the monster, he could tweak even those fundamental principles.

But he didn't think that wasn't going to come without some heavy backlash.

As much as the thought of that experiment was interesting, he had to quickly shove it to the back of his mind.

But they seemed as cautious as Northern and Raven were.

Then Northern thought of something.

Slowly, he lowered his sword.

The creatures were a little bit startled, but they continued to observe Northern with a strange and unsure look in their eyes.

Northern went low enough after dropping the sword, then he raised both hands and said... in the monster tongue,

"I mean no harm."

Raven swung her head to him with a confused frown falling upon her face like a dark storm.

"Uh? Outsider. Speak. Me. Understand. Outsider. Speak. My. Tongue?" The leader of these creatures threw his head back in stunning shock.

Northern glanced at Raven.

Of course, he had prepared himself for her shock and questions the moment he decided to go this route.

But it was better than carelessly diving into viciously strong monsters.

Another reason why he was this thoughtful was this:

[Monster Profile]

Name: [White Walker]

True Name: [Krullgath]

Rank: [Hellion]

Danger Level: [Catastrophe]

Attributes: [Snow-bound], [Snow-born], [Child of Ice]

Abilities: [Winter's Wake], [Tundra's Grasp]

Their leader was a Named Monster, probably as strong as Night Terror—considering that Night Terror wasn't named— it's probably even stronger.

And the others?

They were all Hellion ranks and the Calamity danger levels.

Right now, they were surrounded by monstrosities that would not be easy to fight off.

Northern had to use his head.