Chapter 1382: The One-eyed Lady

Neron stood amidst the fallen Wyrms, his breath heavy as he wiped the sweat from his brow.

The cave was eerily silent now, the only sound being the faint drip of water from the stalactites above.

DRIP!

DRIP!

DRIP!

He matched the pace of his breathing to the sound as he surveyed the carnage around him, the bodies of the massive creatures lying still, their once glowing eyes now lifeless.

He took a moment to catch his breath as he felt the adrenaline in his system slowly ebb away.

His muscles ached, but he couldn't help the satisfaction that welled within him.

The Wyrms were dead and he hadn't even used magic at all.

"Magic is overrated," he muttered to himself, a small grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

He sheathed his sword and ran a hand across his hair as he began to make his way out of the cave.

He could see that the exit was not far, a small opening that led back to the outside world.