Chapter 322: Aerial monsters

Freya and Jormungandr's eyes burned with focus and determination as they led Ouroboros, the Royal Guards, Viserin, and the forty Turkin soldiers forward at peak speed.

Every muscle strained, every breath measured—they knew that reaching the hive fast was paramount. Vlad's chance to infiltrate beyond the border of Karman Country without detection depended on them drawing the monsters' full attention. They had to become a terror so great that the hive would fixate solely on them.

Their relentless pace would normally lead to exhaustion, but Jormungandr's space ring, brimming with potions, proved invaluable. Each member of the group carried elixirs that could rejuvenate them instantly, allowing them to fight for hours non stop, even if they had been on the brink of exhaustion moments before. The impending backlash from the potions was a problem for another time.