Chapter 340 An Unsightly Sight

Chapter 340 An Unsightly Sight

Northern was silent for a couple of seconds.

'Well, she's practically right... although I don't even know what the monster is. Whatever it is that is causing all the monsters in this depth to rampage must be something very strong'

Still, he didn't see himself dying to anything. Not now, not anytime at all.

"And the ship?"

"We'd have to fly back to the surface..."

Northern looked around; the hill he had made out of monster corpses was gone, only dry bones scattered around the surface of the murky waters.

"How long has it been anyways? Looks like a couple of months have passed."

"We did lose track of time at a point, besides we can't be too sure, not every rift has the same time flow with the outside."

She looked out of focus for a beat and came back,

"Anyways, we have to go to the surface." She extended her hand to Northern.

Who in response staggered back with pale disgust,

"What?"

"Let me be your ride?" An awkward, devilish grin formed on her face. She relished this moment.

"What? It's nice to see you are making jokes which you suck at but wipe that hideous smile off your face."

Immediately, Raven straightened her expression, the awkwardness on her features vanished like it was never there.

She had only decided to try it out, the joke, but now she was very embarrassed at herself, she turned away slightly, cheeks reddening.

Northern stood with one squinted eye, things were descending into a depth of chaotic awkwardness, he needed to do something before it got worse.

"I guess there's no choice, I don't think you'll let me have the shield and carry you instead."

Raven looked back at him and grimaced.

'Thankfully, that made her usual self come back'

"I thought so too... Then I guess I have no choice but to let you carry me."

It was a place where the very essence of life had been extinguished in a brutal display of unrelenting savagery.

The echoes of the conflict seemed to linger, whispering eerie tales of unimaginable brutality and suffering.

As Northern and Raven continued to stare upon the scene, a chilling realization settled in—a sense of dread of the one creature that could have done this to its kin.

Suddenly Northern felt a wave of nausea surge through his body. His stomach twisted into knots, rebelling against the grotesque sight.

He suddenly felt an uncontrollable urge rising from the pit of his abdomen, a churning that clawed its way up his throat.

Desperately, Northern turned away from the sight and clutched at his stomach, doubling over as his body heaved.

A sour taste filled his mouth, followed by a burning sensation that seared his esophagus.

With a violent spasm, he retched, his muscles contracting involuntarily.

The contents of his stomach erupted forth, splattering onto the ground with a wet, sickening splash.

He gasped for breath, his body wracked with convulsions.

Each heave was more forceful than the last, leaving him weak and trembling.

His throat burned, and his eyes watered as the acrid bile forced its way out.

He could feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead, his pulse racing as his body purged itself of the toxic dread that had overwhelmed him.

Raven looked at him pitifully, as he vomited.

It was not like Northern had not seen a gruesome scene before, after all that had been the first thing he saw when he entered his first rift.

But this... this was on another whole level.

"All the creatures in these mountains must have died here..."

Northern wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his forehead was still pale as he straightened his back.

"I doubt that... but I don't want to think about what is going on down in the depth."

It was no wonder why all the monsters were rampaging.

"No doubt about it, that monster must have been what did it."

Northern was silent for a while, he was still turned away from the scene. He furrowed his brows and spoke, his tone tensed and a bit shaky.

"Raven, are you sure we can survive this monster of yours?"