Sucking in a deep breath, there was a brief pause before he exhaled.
"That was intense..." Nero muttered.
His surroundings had settled back into a calm.
He frowned and flexed his fingers.
Then he glanced in the direction of his throw.
His brows trembled,
"My spear... My catch..."
His throw had completely eviscerated the body of his catch. He had wanted to absorb the Ein Sof from the body of the creature after the kill, but now, there was nothing left.
And to make matters worse, his spear had continued to travel further, vanishing into the dark forest far away from his field of observation.
There was no weapon for him anymore.
He smiled bitterly.
'At least the thing is dead...'
He also still had his knife, so it wasn't so bad, right?
Nero tried to convince himself.
He waited for a moment, considering if he should go look for his weapon.
Eventually, he decided against it.
There was no point in that. Plus, he couldn't waste any more time.
