The mournful sound transformed into a terrifying roar in the darkness.
As Natasha fled, her flight only drew more chilling howls. Countless bloody, horrific eyes focused solely on her.
"That guy must already know about the node. I must report back to the Queen; I can't afford to be wrecked here," Natasha thought to herself, quickening her pace even more.
However, Natasha had already lost her source of magic power and could only rely on her feet to run. In the gloomy Black Forest, even withered branches could break her fleeing rhythm.
Under the pitch-black hill, she stumbled upon the skeleton of a knight in armor without noticing.
It was unclear what the armor was made of, but it was very tough. The unexpected obstacle threw off Natasha's balance as she ran at high speed.
After a muffled groan, Natasha fell to her knees.
