The Furnaceback Centipede charged down the broken and ruined ridge.
Every movement of its hundreds of legs broke more black glass and sent burning stones rolling into the narrow road. Its Half-Step Abyssal aura pressed against Simon from the front, while the screams of demons and beasts filled the air behind him.
The wounded Prime Calamity Crag Hound was trying to turn away.
The false guard carrying the three cases was also looking for somewhere to run.
Simon remained between them and the convoy.
To anyone watching, he appeared trapped.
In Simon's eyes, however, the sudden appearance of the Furnaceback Centipede had created the first true opportunity he had seen since the ambush began.
His War Tag moved against his chest as the wind of the battlefield and approaching giant centipede approached him.
The War Tag performed a lot of things, and one of these things was that it kept records.
