Staring at the black waters for a moment longer, Nero's expression was rather dark.
He pulled the Wandering Spirit's Journal out of his bag with slightly trembling hands and opened it.
The words of the prophecy had yet to change.
They remained the same.
'It knew I would get here. This thing truly can predict the future.'
That, was a bit terrifying.
But it also granted him quite an obvious boon.
He put the book away then plopped down to the ground.
'What do I do now?'
His options were clear— use the river to return back to the Purple Evergrowth forest and back to the safety of his cave.
Or, he could make use of the river to enter into Malady's Garden. Once he reached Malady's Garden, he would be just one step away from the next human settlement in this stretch of wilderness.
In truth, the idea of going forward scared him to no end.
Everytime he stepped forward, it felt like there were more teeth waiting before him to grind him up to dust.
