Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode
Chapter 276: The Moving Thing

Chapter 276: The Moving Thing

Clyde, Samuel, and Leyan moved through the desolate terrain of the Ruin.

Clyde can see the strange threads of dark energy snaked and writhed in the air and pulsing faintly like veins of some creature. Every breath they took seemed to carry an unnatural weight that pressing down on their chests.

Clyde’s eyes scanned the environment looking in the ruined land around them. Pieces of shattered earth floated freely. The gravity itself seemed defied in this place.

The bodies of humans, animals, and monsters littered the ground, their lifeless forms twisted and blackened as if burned from the inside out.

The dark sky loomed overhead, the red veins within it glowing, casting an eerie light over the land. Clyde couldn’t shake the feeling that the sky itself was watching them.

The world here didn’t feel just destroyed, it felt corrupted as well as though some ancient force was actively doing its thing here.

"You’re right," Clyde said to Samuel and Leyan with steady voice despite the foreboding surroundings. "This is definitely an anomaly."

"I don’t feel so good," Leyan muttered, his face pale. He adjusted his bow uneasily and looking from shadow to shadow. "What could possibly happen to a world that’s already been destroyed? There’s nothing left to take, right?"

"That’s the thing," Samuel replied with grim tone. "There shouldn’t be. That’s what makes this anomaly so much more terrifying. It doesn’t just feed on the world, it changes it again somehow. Look at these thread like thing in the air."

Clyde nodded, his grip tightening on the hilt of the Elderglass Sword at his waist.

"Let’s move. And I don’t need to say it, but keep your guard up. Another kind of monster maybe emerge from this mess now that these anomaly presence."

"Right," Leyan said as he readied his bow, nocking an arrow with a smooth, practiced motion and ready to shoot at immediate danger.

The three pressed forward weaving their way through the ruined landscape. Each of their step was as careful and deliberate as possible. They don’t want to take chances.

The sound of their boots against the cracked earth was muffled by the oppressive atmosphere. Around them, chunks of land and buildings floated lazily, creating an otherworldly labyrinth of debris.

Everywhere they looked, signs of the anomaly’s influence were clear. Corpses of humans and beasts bore the same blackened and warped appearance, their features frozen in expressions of terror or pain.

It wasn’t just death, they had been consumed even after their death, altered by something malevolent.

Clyde’s sharp senses prickled as he felt the energy around them shift subtly.

He stopped and raising a hand to signal the others to stop. "Wait," he said quietly. "Something’s wrong."

Samuel and Leyan froze, their weapons at ready. The silence around them seemed to grow thicker.

Then, from the shadows of the ruins ahead, a guttural growl was heard. It was soon joined by another, and another, until the sound surrounded them on all sides.

The darkness seemed to ripple and twisted shapes began to emerge from the ruins around them. Their forms were barely recognizable as creatures. They were hulking masses of sinew and blackened flesh, with glowing red veins pulsing across their bodies. But without any clear shapes of what they are.

"They’re here," Samuel muttered, his spear already in his hands.

Leyan drawing his bowstring back and there’s a faint hum of magic in the air around him as he prepared an enchanted arrow. "What in the abyss are those things?"

"Monsters born from this anomaly, I assume," Clyde said, unsheathing his sword. The Elderglass blade shimmered faintly in the dim light with energy. "Stay close and ready to move immediately. We don’t know how many there are."

The creatures advanced slowly at first, their movements unnatural and jerky. Then, as if responding to some unseen signal, they lunged simultaneously wiith guttural cries filling the air.

"Here we go!" Clyde shouted and surging forward to meet the first creature head-on.

His sword flashed in a graceful move, slicing cleanly through its grotesque body. Black ichor sprayed into the air, sizzling as it hit the ground. The flesh itself is weird.

Samuel followed closely and moving his spear like a blur as he moved between the monsters. Each of his attack was quick and precise. He drove his weapon into weak points and killing the abominations one by one.

Leyan kept his distance from the monsters, loosing arrows that struck accurately with uncanny accuracy. Each arrow exploded on impact, bursts of magic searing through the corrupted flesh of their enemies.

However, more creatures continued to pour from the ruins and shadows around them, their numbers seemingly endless.

Clyde’s mind thinking as he fought, searching for some clue about their true self and purpose.

"I don’t this is random," he muttered under his breath, cutting down another creature. "What is their purpose?"

The dark energy in the air grew thicker, coalescing into ominous shapes that loomed above the ruins. The anomaly was responding to their presence.

Clyde’s gaze shifted upward, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the sky. Amid the chaotic tapestry of black and red energy veins, something was moving.

It wasn’t just the swirling darkness, something alive was pulsing in the center like a heartbeat echoing through the corrupted air.

Clyde’s expression hardened. Whatever was up there wasn’t just part of the anomaly, it was most likely the source.

He gripped the Elderglass Sword tightly in one hand while his other hand crackling with gathering energy.

He activated [Burning Hand] unleashing a torrent of fire that roared to life around him. The skill enhanced and magnified tenfold by the celestial energy he had absorbed.

Flames erupted outward with almost golden color, incinerating the monsters in an instant. The heat was overwhelming, the ground beneath him blackening and cracking as the inferno consumed everything within its radius.

The creatures let out guttural screams before their forms disintegrated into ash, the air filled with the acrid stench of burning flesh. The red veins in their bodies flickered violently before extinguishing entirely.

Clyde’s eyes looking above again. He must go there and see those moving thing.

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