ushernet Chapter 330: What to do?
Chapter 330: What to do?
The group pressed forward, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they navigated the dense undergrowth of the forest.The laughter was faint at first, an echo that barely reached their ears, but it was enough to send a chill down their spines.
As they ran, the Scarred Soldier gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed as though it might snap.
Beside him, the Younger Woman kept her gaze low, her hand clutching a small dagger, though she knew it was useless against what was chasing them.
Then it grew louder.
Lyerin's laughter wasn't the sound of a man enjoying a lighthearted moment—it was deep, resonant, and filled with a menacing delight.
The forest seemed to amplify it, twisting the sound so that it came from everywhere and nowhere all at once.
It was the kind of laughter that burrowed into the mind, leaving an oppressive weight on their thoughts.
The sound forced them to slow, their fear beginning to manifest in whispers and worried glances.
"That laughter," Theran muttered, his voice hoarse as he pushed aside a low-hanging branch. "It's not... it can't mean—"
"Don't say it," Donovan snapped, his voice sharp, though it cracked under the weight of his fear. He glanced back, his usually composed face betraying the turmoil within. "He's not dead. There's no way. He wouldn't—he couldn't—"
Miriam stumbled over a root but caught herself, her breaths shallow and quick. "But what if he is?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Her eyes darted to the others,
The Scarred Soldier remained silent, his mind racing as he weighed their options.
Finally, he spoke, his voice cold and decisive. "We stick together. No one's splitting up. If he catches us, we'll face him as a team."
"And then what?" the Younger Woman asked, her voice trembling. "What do we do when he finds us?"
"We fight," the Scarred Soldier said simply, his gaze hard. "We don't have a choice."
"But what if fighting isn't enough?" Mikhail asked, his voice low. "What if we can't stop him?"
The Scarred Soldier didn't answer. None of them did.
They all knew the truth, even if they didn't want to say it out loud.
Lyerin wasn't someone they could stop—not with their strength, not with their weapons.
Their only hope was to delay him long enough to escape, but even that seemed like a distant dream.
The sound of laughter echoed again, closer this time, and they all tensed.
The oppressive presence was almost suffocating now, a constant reminder that their time was running out.
They couldn't afford to waste another moment.
Finally, the Scarred Soldier turned to the group, his expression grim. "We move," he said. "No more talking. No more arguing. We keep running, and we don't look back."
The others nodded, though their faces were pale and their movements reluctant.
They had no other choice.
They had to keep going, even if they knew it was futile. Even if they knew he was coming for them.