Chapter 125: The Embryo of the Void
The air inside the Iron Leviathan turned to lead.
It was not a gradual shift. It happened in a fraction of a second. An overwhelming, suffocating pressure slammed down on the train carriage, crushing the oxygen out of the students' lungs.
Nyx fell to one knee. She clutched her throat, gasping for air.
Aegon dropped his Blood Fire Spear. The heavy weapon clattered loudly against the metal floor. His hands shook uncontrollably as his combat instincts screamed at him to run.
Draven Mordis did not fall.
He stood near the shattered front entrance of the VIP lounge, staring out the reinforced mana-glass. The train was halted inches away from the destroyed bridge. Beneath them lay the bottomless, toxic abyss of the Miasma Gorge.
And floating directly above the abyss was a nightmare dressed in crimson robes.
Draven instantly recognized the horrific spiritual pressure. He triggered his A-Rank [Void-Step].
SWISH.
