Although he hadn't activated [Divine Velocity] yet, Nox's speed wasn't lacking.
He moved swiftly, relying purely on his monstrous physical stats, his boots crunching softly over the frozen ground as he darted between the trees, some standing while others crumbling.
The cold mist curled around him, and his breath formed fleeting white clouds in the air. Nox kept low, his senses sharp, constantly probing the surroundings for any hint of danger.
But something… felt off.
As he headed deeper into the ancient forest, he began to notice it.
The corpses.
Scattered everywhere.
Dozens of dead Scourge dragons littered the frozen clearing ahead.
Nox's sharp eyes narrowed. He slowed his steps and approached cautiously, stopping beside a particularly massive fallen beast whose black blood stained the snow.
He crouched down, examining the body.
Long gashes stretched across the creature's chest—deep and clean, with frost still clinging stubbornly to the torn flesh.
