Chương 1519: Scum

Ryu walked slowly. The land beneath his feet wasn't dry, nor could it be considered lush. It carried a crunchy sort of consistency to it that gave way to softness the more weight you pressed down. 

The trees in the region had been cleared and the ambience of nature was suppressed by the brazenness of these encampments. 

Walking forward so boldly as just a single person inevitably brought many eyes on him, even more so when his palms turned over and a twin pair of daggers appeared in them. 

He balanced the tip of one blade on a finger, spinning the other one on his palm. His steps never paused, but his Silver Runes began to appear around him with every time he took. 

The air seemed to grow stiller and stiller, the rustling of the leaves of the few sparse trees that did remain falling into silence as well. 

"It's been a long time," Ryu said softly.