The whole atmosphere of the forest had made a drastic shift.
The ordinary woodland was now no more, now it was like a living labyrinth with twisting paths, an unnaturally thick fog also formed.
There was a heavy stillness present in Adam's lungs, there was a trail of feeling cultists that ran away deeper into the darkness.
The trail was marked by their footsteps, there was also a trail that was lingering with flecks of the corrupted residue they left behind during their frantic escape.
Adam decided to move, he was silent, each step was controlled. His face was full of confidence.
He was growing arrogant each time his power advanced, that was normal for a dragon like him and he was a primordial one with a lot of benefits.
His peers could no longer catch up to him his strength was now the same as the elites of a guild, the normal guards of a royal.
Although he advanced to A-rank his real power far eclipsed that, it was at S+rank closing in towards the peak.
