Chapter 88: The Real Treasure
This time, he didn't even bother getting back on Shyra.
Leo twisted his body toward the canopy and bolted forward—like a bullet fired from a .50 calibre rifle, raw urgency propelling each stride.
But the Elk seemed even more determined.
Though it didn't try to block him, a surge of thunderous energy rippled through its legs. A row of crackling arcs of lightning burst to life across its limbs, and in the next heartbeat, its form blurred, leaving behind a jagged trail of fading lightning carved across the air.
At the same time, the golden energy cloaking the canopy dissipated completely—revealing exactly what Leo had been searching for.
The "canopy" wasn't a canopy at all.
What stood ahead was a single, low-height tree, its branches twisting and jutting out in all directions in a wild, chaotic lattice.
