Haunting Terror

Despite trying to keep positive, the sight of the blurry figures swept all positivity away.

In addition to the sudden heavy downpour that came out of nowhere, Demon Lord Kirgil has already got the answer he needed. What awaits him ahead is nothing but trouble if he persists in going to check Caraptaros and the others.

Pivoting his body around, he groaned weakly and looked in the opposite direction.

'No, I can't...' He pondered with a troubled mind.

Sensing that escaping the swamp would be impossible with his current condition, and also with the pouring rain impeding his progress in the opposite direction, he made a decisive decision. He knelt on the ground and used his index fingernails to draw his own blood.

Following that, he quickly dipped his fingernails into the water.

A subtle glow appeared in the water's body as Demon Lord Kirgil carved an ancient rune.

Running out of options, he decided to cast his pride to the side.