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Villain Ch 774. The Haunted Forest [Part 2]
Instinctively, the group closed ranks, clustering around Allen as they moved forward cautiously. They knew that staying together was their best defense against the unknown dangers lurking within the forest, their movements synchronized as they navigated through the dense fog.
The ominous red eyes that glinted from the shadows only added to the atmosphere of unease, their presence a constant reminder of the lurking threats that surrounded them. The eyes seemed to follow their every move, tracking their progress through the mist-shrouded landscape and giving the impression that unseen creatures were poised to strike at any moment.
Allen’s voice cut through the eerie silence, breaking the tension that hung heavy in the air. "You better prepare your weapons," he cautioned, his tone firm and commanding.
Despite the outward appearance of calmness, Allen’s senses were on high alert, his keen eyes scanning the mist-shrouded surroundings for any signs of danger. Every step he took was calculated, his movements deliberate as he led the group further into the unknown.
His hands hovered near the hilts of his blades on his waist, ready to draw them at a moment’s notice should the need arise.
Following Allen’s lead, the rest of the group quickly followed suit, their weapons at the ready as they maintained a vigilant watch over their surroundings. Red_King and Arcana, in particular, had been on guard since they first entered the forest, their roles as tank-class players necessitating a constant state of readiness.
With each passing moment, the tension in the air seemed to thicken, the oppressive atmosphere of the haunted forest pressing down on them like a heavy weight. The distant rustle of unseen creatures and the occasional glint of red eyes in the shadows served as a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond their sight. Continue reading at NovelBin.Côm
A couple of seconds later, a sense of unease prickled at the back of Allen’s neck, a subtle warning that something was amiss. Instinctively, he cast a sidelong glance to his side, his sharp gaze locking onto a pair of crimson eyes that blinked ominously in the darkness. There was no mistaking it—this was no mere illusion; it was a real threat, lurking in the shadows of the haunted forest.
Before Allen could react, the monster lunged forward with lightning speed, its fist aimed directly at him. With reflexes, Allen sprang into action, swiftly sidestepping the attack with a fluid grace that belied the urgency of the moment. In one fluid motion, his hand shot out, grasping Azura’s wrist and pulling her back with him, out of harm’s way.
The fog may have obscured the vision of others, but for Allen, it was little more than a minor inconvenience. Having traversed through dimly lit areas like the Cursed Crypts before, he was no stranger to navigating through murky conditions. His keen eyesight, honed by countless hours spent exploring the darkest corners of his own base, allowed him to see through the haze with clarity.
The force of the monster’s blow reverberated through the air, the sound of its weapon meeting empty space echoing through the forest. Allen and Azura stumbled backwards. Their hearts pounded with adrenaline, the true extent of the danger they faced became painfully clear.
A collective gasp escaped the group’s lips, their eyes wide with awe and admiration. His movements were so fluid, so precise, that it seemed as though he had anticipated the attack before it even occurred. In the midst of the thick fog that shrouded the forest, Allen’s agility was nothing short of remarkable.
The monster’s roar reverberated through the dense fog, its deafening echo sending shivers down the spines of Allen and his companions. Despite the obscured visibility, the silhouette of a towering figure emerged from the mist, its outline gradually taking form against the eerie backdrop of the haunted forest.
It was a werewolf, standing at an imposing two meters tall, its muscular frame cloaked in a shroud of fur that bristled with primal ferocity. In its massive hand, a gleaming machete glinted menacingly in the faint light that filtered through the fog.
Werewolf <Level 130>
Sensing the imminent threat, Father^Alex and Greatest Healer sprang into action, their hands weaving intricate patterns as they invoked their buff skills with practiced precision. Father^Alex’s aura shimmered with divine energy as he cast Agility, enhancing the group’s speed and reflexes.
Meanwhile, Greatest Healer invoked the power of Holy Blessing, imbuing his allies with divine protection against the unholy forces that lurked within the forest. With a final flourish, they summoned a shimmering barrier of Protection to shield them from harm.
[Your Speed has increased by 120%]
[Your Defense has increased by 150%]
[Your Accuracy, Magic Power and Strength have increased by 100%]
Swiftly, Arcana stepped forward, his sword and shield at the ready. "Move," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument as he signaled for Allen to clear the path. But to his surprise, Allen had vanished from his initial position.
Despite his confusion at Allen’s sudden disappearance, Arcana steeled himself and pressed forward, his sword and shield held aloft as he advanced toward the towering werewolf. Red_King followed closely behind him, his muscles tensed and ready to spring into action at a moment’s notice.
The werewolf swung its massive cleaver in a sweeping arc, aiming squarely for Arcana’s head. The guild leader reacted with lightning-fast reflexes. With a deft movement of his arm, Arcana raised his shield, positioning it squarely between himself and the oncoming blow. At the same time, he invoked his skill, Stronghold.
[Your Endurance has increased by 50%]
- Clang!
The werewolf’s cleaver crashed against Arcana’s shield with a deafening clang, sending shockwaves reverberating through the air. Despite the strength of his shield and the bolstering effects of his skill, Arcana felt the force of the blow ripple through his arm and threatened to knock him off balance.
Gritting his teeth against the strain, Arcana braced himself against the onslaught, his muscles straining against the weight of the werewolf’s attack.