Nero kept walking through this strange, dark, damp world for some time before he stumbled across another Abomination— the Elkerling.
Even without Shadow Shift, he had realized he was capable of defeating one with relative ease.
He made sure to make use of the skill regardless, burning through his reserves of Ein Sof.
However, that didn't matter.
After all, he had yet to achieve even basic mastery of the skill. His usage and understanding of it was still shaky at best and terrible at worst.
Still, it made him feel a bit fulfilled.
He had just gained another absolutely powerful weapon.
Walking down the side of the dark river, Nero had no idea how much time had passed.
Along the way, he slaughtered at least five more Elkerlings, each one just as damned and twisted as the first.
The creatures were true spawns of horror— abberations that were of this twisted world.
When he cut them down, Nero's heart was as cold as steel.
