Nameless Death POV
Nameless Death appeared inside a forest.
The sky was a deep shade of red.
The trees were black and rough, twisted like old bones, and their leaves shimmered in a sickly purple hue.
It was silent, far too silent for a place so vast and unnatural.
Nameless Death stood still beneath the crooked canopy with a calm expression.
"So I need to leave this place in 15,000 years?"
He focused, trying to sense everything around him.
The forest stretched endlessly, but it wasn't empty.
There were powerful beings in every direction. He could detect five extremely powerful beings within a radius of ten thousand kilometers.
He quickly cut off his senses when those monsters reacted.
Any longer, and they would've noticed him.
Ten thousand kilometers was barely anything for monsters like them.
It would take them less than a second to close that gap.
"I need to move before they come here to check what was looking at them."
He moved at high speed.
