87 The Price of Arrogance

The earth carried a tinge of red, as even the very soil seemed as if it were stained with blood. Looking around this woodland, one would find that though it seemed no different from a typical area, its interior had a vastly different vibe as if deep within its looming trees and overgrown underbrushes were a myriad of baleful intents.

Nero was currently pacing through a coarse path of grass and soil, his manner now exceedingly solemn as he could sense danger from all directions. As if he was prepared for any unexpected changes, his eyes keenly scanned the area as his spiritual awareness was pushed to its peak.

'There's so much murderous intent, I feel as if I'll be attacked at any given moment...' Nero thought with sharp eyes, he was a bit alarmed by the dark mood. Still, it didn't hinder him from progressing further through the land; he knew that one had to take an equivalent amount of risks to achieve great things.