Gathering Gains

The morning sun rose over the horizon, engulfing the forest with its blazing glory. Warm light rested on Fraser's pale white skin through the shielding of the tree's branches above him.

Fraser looked at the pile of midnight blade corpses laying rest beside him, constantly itching at the covered up wound on his neck. Green liquid poured out of this wound incessantly, as a burning pain came over Fraser from the area. The itchiness was unbearable.

"Poison?"

"I need to get rid of this quickly before it gets worse." He muttered to himself, his journey toward Fable City wasn't yet done, he was about sixty percent of the way there, unless he came across a capable healing sorcerer on the way or made his own healing technique, the acid wouldn't let him off. choosing to ignore it for the time being, Fraser inspected his spoils.

Gathering his losses and gains, he threw the corpses into his sack.

Six tier two midnight blade corpses were stuffed into the sack, making it extremely heavy, Fraser couldn't drag it around anymore without cloud enhancement. However, he was willing to take this with him, these corpses held good value, the battle gave him a lot more profit in return for just a bit of arcane. His meridian still held eighty-seven percent of its arcane, he didn't need to absorb arcane just yet.

The use of a tier one enhancement technique on a tier two meridian held almost no burden on arcane stores, for such a short battle, of course his stores would remain at a high level.

Fraser slowly put his hand up to the wound on his neck, releasing arcane gently in the form of a frosty mist. He froze the wound, slowing the effects of the poison for a while. He would do this every so often to keep the acid at bay, but this wouldn't completely halt the venom, at some point it would no longer be an effective method.

Afterward, he rewrapped his scarf around his neck, setting off yet again on his journey.

…

One day later.

Nothing much unexpected occurred, Fraser decided to stay away from caves this time around because he didn't have space to store more corpses, didn't want to waste arcane, was currently poisoned, and he didn't want to risk meeting a higher tier midnight blade, he could easily get himself killed if he wasn't careful.

Carrying a sack about the same size as him, Fraser kept dashing through the forest at high speeds, leaving a trail of fog in his wake. Beasts were easily able to track him down and chase him, but there weren't many high tier beasts that could keep up at this perimeter in South Fable.

After a while, Fraser stopped while panting. Constantly running at this pace was taxing his body physically. He was lucky that the slave carriage had brought him much closer to Fable City than the Whight cave originally was, otherwise his journey would have been several times longer and exhausting.

Fraser finally managed to leave the maze-like forest, glancing at the map then looking back forward, a titanic mountain range covered his vision, rays of light bounced off the mountains onto his pupils, accentuating the beauty of the Sovereign mountain range before him. Small wooden homes blanketed the sides of the mountain range, as the feeling of stable civilization being merely steps away from him comforted Fraser.

The mountains were still far, and he also had to climb them to reach Fable City, but the sight of them being within reach had eased Fraser's weary mind.

An intense blade-like pain assaulted his neck. The wound was getting much worse by the second, a deep purple discolouring showing itself under his jaw, Fraser attempted to comfort himself, refreezing the wound again, before resuming his slow steps toward the towering range.

"Nearly there, come on…"