Chapter 256: Following Death

Slowly, he walked out of the woods, his expression distant, as if he wasn't all there. His body trembled, yet his face remained as stoic as a doll's. Blood covered his entire body, but he moved like a man who had lost touch with his own flesh.

The others followed in silent horror, their gazes fixed on the destruction he had left behind. The charred remains of the devil monkeys were nothing but ash, drifting on the dying breeze of the forest.

They staggered after him, each burdened by their own injuries, eager to leave the nightmare of the cursed woods behind. And just as the sun began to dip beneath the horizon, casting the sky into the hues of twilight, they stepped onto the mountain path—Damon in the lead.

Yet, as he stood there, staring ahead, none of them could bring themselves to speak. There were so many questions—so much fear and uncertainty—but the dread that hung over them overshadowed all else.