Two days of travel. Two days of nothing but terror and restraint.
The landscape had changed since they'd left Creamont behind. Where before they'd run into monsters of reasonable levels, reasonable for their current power, challenges they could face and learn from, now the wilderness was filled with things that dwarfed anything they'd seen up to that point.
The monsters outside of Creamont were simply dreadful. There were no other words for them. Creatures that moved like living disasters, with levels ranging from 330 to 390, each one a walking apocalypse that could end them with a careless swipe.
They came from the various portals the church opened, of that Reidar was sure, but luckily, nothing came close to Creamont.
More than once, Reidar had slowed their flight, wondering if killing them was possible. Jake could see the question forming in his mind each time, and so did Lena.
But each time she would speak, brooking no argument. "No. Keep flying."
