He brought out a healing potion from his void ring and drank it, it's revitalising energy flowing down his thought, coursing through his veins, almost instantly, his torn flesh began to knit back together, blood flow slowly as his body mended.
And as he ran—
As his wounds closed—
He grinned like a maniac.
'Two hours…'
If he kept this up for just two more hours—
He'd make it
He'd reach Valeron Cross.
Alive.
But then—
Caw—!
Caw—!
Caw—!
Multiple loud caws, like those of crows, suddenly echoed through the entire place
Ethan's expression sank in an instant.
Against land beasts, he could evade. He could plot. But against aerial beasts—
His strength was cut down drastically.
His eyes lifted, scanning the skies.
Up there—countless birds. Hundreds, maybe more.
At first, they looked like black dots scattered against the blue.
But in the next breath—
It was as if a plague had descended upon the world itself.
