Requiem Of A Failed Hero

Chapter 379 Thoughtful

The young lady in armor tightened her grip on the bow as she nocked another arrow with glee in her eyes. The first one was a waist but because of the reckless acts of the stranger, she had managed to land a lucky attack.

Her brows furrowed with determination.

It was a lucky shot but thanks to that shot she now knew where the weakness of that abomination lay. It was the leaf-shaped pad.

She narrowed her eyes to a slit. The visage of the scape narrowing to a point before her eyes. Her right eye glinted with a golden glow. Subtle and almost unseen.

As she clenched her hand tightly on the nocked point of the arrow. Her veins thickened and were almost popping out. Seeming like the worms squirming beneath her fine skin.

She pulled back the bowstrings with all her might. Her gaze locked with a powerful determination. In her eyes, she could clearly see the tentacle as it wiggled with frenzy. Her arrow was lunged into its fleshy pad and the monster seemed to be very mad about it.

Not that she cared. She wanted to launch in another one in fact.

Taking a tense breathe, she exhaled shot the arrow with a wind piercing intensity. The arrowhead led a great arc through the air, drawing a thin line and whistling. It lodged into the monster's pad splattering violet liquid.

The tentacles danced in another frenzy, as if lamenting for the pain it has been caused. Then what followed was an outright play of disaster. The tentacles abandoning all complacency vegan to slap around. Smashing the cliff edges of both side in ruinous melody.

Thard - Harl who had been an observed flew back to avoid being hit by raging slabs of stones.

One more tentacles plunged out of the smoke and the three began to go crazy. Swinging, unpatternly through the air, whizzing and making the cliff suffer for its pain. Splinters of stones rained into the cloud of smoke.

Beneath…

Raith had somehow managed to survive the fall, he also had no idea that his body could be so durable. But what he felt now was no gratitude.

It was a frightening pain, that made him feel as though he could die any minute from now.

Due to the fall, Raith crashed the back of his head on the ground, as so his forehead was covered in blood, flowing down through his eyes and by the side of his face. His view was blurry and obstructed.

Moreso, there was nothing spectacular to see. Everywhere was shrouded with white fog. Sitting up, Raith sluggishly wiped the blood of his head with the sleeve of his clothes.

The precious fabric that was gifted to him had now become an a detestable piece of dirt.

He looked around, alerted and sensitive to the slightest thing he could perceive of the monster. But he heard nothing.

It was absolute silence… maybe too silent.

Considering that there was supposed to be a monstrous abomination dwelling at the bottom of the depth. He could not get comfortable for anything. In fact, he got even more alerted.

After a few minutes of sitting still to regain his head, he stood up and picked his unattractive blade.

His eyes turned grim and glimmered with sparks of unshaken carefulness. He began to walk forward, turning his head left and right as he walked through the fog. The flesh of his feet was scathed from walking on the stony ground - since, his boots had long flattened and became pretty useless while he was on the odd plane.

Now, he had to walk bare-footed. Not that Raith cared, spending uncountable sequence of time had brought him to not care about a lot of things. Including how he looked. It was a normal thing.

Only when privilege is given to some things will human have the gut to care more. When that privilege is taken away and they have to live their lives scrambling for the worst possible definition of food and finding joy in it. Even the finest of man would not care about his looks.

Raith paused. The fog was getting thicker as he walked forward, completely blocking out Raith's vision forward. It was like a thick wall of white.

Raith frowned slightly. Going forward was not sitting well with him. He had still not heard any sound since he started walking except his own breath. Not to say, this felt awfully familiar.

'Feels… like when I'm walking on the plane of white stones.'

Seeing the same scenery and that same feeling of walking in circles disturbed him. Of course, Raith was aware that he had to be careful. Was this something he was sensing due to having to live with that mind tearing trauma these past few days?....maybe months or years. He did not know.

His mind could be playing a trick on him… or as he is truly suspecting.

This could be an illusion meant to keep the stranger away from reaching the abomination.

Monsters with such kind of ability? If it was before, he would have denied the possibility despite suspecting it. But now he was in another dimension. One that harbors a different set of people who are also humans… the reality of diverse dimensions was.a scary thought he didn't want to delve into.

Since the topic had been poised to him when first learning about the ruler that was a dragon hunter from Balam. Raith had been pushing that topic away from mind. Now, inevitably having to confront it. He was going to do it a thing at a time, taking everything with all simplicity and like a simpleton.

So, the possibility of a monster having the power of illusion was very much possible. As far as the existence of another dimension is to.

'Everything is new, all new… so, approach it like you know nothing at all'

Raith sighed and began to step back.

'Now, let's access this situation…'

If entire fog was an illusion, is it a physical illusion? Or mental illusion? Could it be that his body was somewhere unconscious and he was probably wandering around thinking he actually is wondering around.

Raith squinted his eyes and shook his head. He doubted if that was the case, would he be able to think this deeply if that was the case and wouldn't it be more plausible for the monster to put him in an illusion he enjoys and is tempted not to come out of rather than this one?

Moreso, that was probably going to insinuate that the monster he is dealing with is one of an extremely high level. But Raith doubted that. There were other reasons for his doubt.

His body would probably have been crushed since and by now he should be dead.

Which left him with the second option…?