Chapitre 230: A Devilishly Terrifying Allure

Arthur was currently busy in crossing the broken mountain path and was hanging off the side. In his position there as no way he could focus on anything else and hence didn't realize the movement happening down in the forest.

The place where the Night Slayer had died had turned rotten black.

If one looked at it from afar they would think that it was burned and scorched black, but it was not so. Upon approaching, they would smell the stench of rot. 

It was strange as the grass and plants wouldn't release such a rotting smell on their own. Even the very soil was rotting due to the cursed power that was tainting the land now.

A cracked great sword was also embedded there, continually leaking dark energy from it. The cracks on it had gotten bigger and chips of the blade had already fallen off. About ten percent of the great sword was already gone.

~clip~clop~clop~

A few seconds later, the sound of a horse's hooves was heard.