CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: SHIVARA

"Running quite fast!" Lune snorted coldly, "What’s happening here? Is this your doing?"

Herag shrugged: "It’s got nothing to do with me. I’m also figuring out how to get out."

"It’s someone from the Moonlight Forest, it has to be his doing!" The other two recognized the robe from the Moonlight Forest on Herag.

Lune glanced at Herag: "It shouldn’t be him. A mere First-Class Wizard Apprentice couldn’t possibly know such high-level Spatial Magic; there’s something strange about this place."

He changed his tone: "But since that’s the case, keeping him is useless. Just kill him casually."

Seeing the situation go south, Herag turned and ran, trailing spells were thrown by the two behind him, but they were all blocked by the three thick shields.

"Why does this guy have so many shields!" The two were dumbfounded watching Herag running far, not daring to pursue.

After tentatively running a distance, Herag stopped, observing from the sideline woods.

He didn’t dare to run forward, as whatever was chasing those three must be even more terrifying.

Lune, seeing the two were dawdling, got a bit angry and urged again: "Kill him first!"

His two followers, gritting their teeth, had no choice but to chase, spells ready in their hands.

At that moment, both involuntarily shivered.

Herag also felt a chilling presence creeping from behind, a deep fear arose within him.

He turned to see a person lying on the ground, in an extremely strange pose, limbs twisted grotesquely.

This person seemed to be crouching on the ground, but his head was twisted 180 degrees around, as if his neck had been twisted in a circle.

"Shivara..." The term emerged in Herag’s mind, it was mentioned by Lune and the others just recently.

"Shenlan, search information on Shivara."

"Shivara, a demon from the Abyss Plane, extremely dangerous." Shenlan extracted a simple entry on Shivara from the database, offering just this one sentence without additional details.

Herag recalled reading about this demon in a book, leaving only an impression as it supposedly existed only in rumors with few having witnessed it in person.

"How could something like this be in the Moonlight Forest?" Herag pondered endlessly.

He wanted to turn and run but found his muscles very stiff, magic flow turning obscure, unable to move, could only helplessly watch Shivara crawl slowly towards him.

Shivara’s long black hair dragged on the ground, resembling countless tentacles crawling.

"Shenlan, make me move!" Herag shouted inwardly.

"Stimulating relevant muscle tissues..."

Herag felt a tingling sensation in his muscles and some joints, similar to being shocked.

Moments later, his ability to move freely returned.

Without hesitation, Herag turned and ran, dashing into the forest aside.

Shivara still crawled leisurely on the ground, seemingly indifferent to Herag’s escape.

Lune and his two accomplices were still frozen in place, watching helplessly as Herag ran farther away while Shivara drew closer, their eyes filled with despair.

As Shivara crawled up to the trio, he halted, his hair continued forward, sliding into the trio’s pants.

The trio’s expressions turned terrified, mouths agape to scream yet nothing came out.

Black hair emerged from their noses, ears, mouths, eyes, stained with fresh blood and red flesh.

Through Lune and the others’ skin, threads of hair could be seen rapidly passing, their skin slowly caving in as if hollowed out.

The dense sound of chewing echoed from within the trio, reverberating in the silent Moonlight Forest, making Herag’s scalp tingle just hearing it.

He hadn’t run far, more precisely he couldn’t escape far.

Looking around, all was an unreachable edge, no means of escape.

Through Shenlan’s detection, Herag beheld the scene over there, Lune and the trio were reduced to skins before his eyes, leaving not even a trace of bone shards.

After Shivara finished, the hair gradually retracted, leaving only three thin human skins behind.

Shivara then turned and slowly crawled towards Herag.

An indescribable malevolence enveloped Herag like a tidal wave.

Herag found himself immobile again, no matter how Shenlan stimulated the muscle tissues, he couldn’t regain control over his body, could only watch Shivara getting closer.

"Shenlan, control the magic power, activate the pocket watch, use Holy Healing Technique!" Now Herag couldn’t control his own magic flow.

"Executing..."

Shenlan directed magic power into the pocket watch, manifesting a woman’s phantom, white light enveloped Herag.

Herag felt a warmth surging through his body, dispelling much of the malice clouding his mind, yet he still couldn’t control his body.

Shivara paused for a moment, his dense hair halted on the ground, but only for a fleeting instant.

Shivara resumed crawling forward, the Holy Healing Technique apart from alleviating Herag’s chill, had no effect on Shivara.

Gritting his teeth, Herag’s mind raced, contemplating how to survive this ordeal.

Croak! Croak! Croak!

An abrupt toad’s croaking sounded, Shivara halted suddenly.

Not far from Herag, a basketball-sized toad emerged from somewhere, croaking towards Herag.

Herag felt the constraint on his body lessen slightly, arduously turned his head, spotting this peculiar toad.

He sensed his fingers heating up, glanced down and saw the space ring Lillian gave him warming up.

"What’s inside?" Herag used magic power to probe, discovering a nearly forgotten item inside the space ring glowing.

"This is..."

Herag recalled that during their ship’s stopover at Colombo island, he and Lillian had spotted this hexagonal wooden disc while strolling outside.

The disc had a hexagonal tower etched at its center, now emanating a faint yellow glow, seemingly floating out.

Since buying this disc, Herag had studied it for a time, discovering no anomalies, subsequently storing it in the space ring and forgetting it as time passed.

Now, with the disc exhibiting peculiar activity, Herag promptly retrieved it.

Once out, the disc’s yellow glow intensified, the toad croaked more fervently.

Shivara slowly turned his head, white eyeballs swiveling to gaze at the wooden disc.