Chapter 275

The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow through the dense canopy of the forest. Darius and Henry, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding, darted between the trees, the underbrush scratching at their legs. Behind them, the air was filled with the sinister hum of the pocusts, a sound that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Henry glanced over his shoulder, his eyes wide with terror. “Faster!” he hissed. “They're gaining on us!”

By now, the shield of Achilles has turned back to gauntlet on Henry's hand, and it's no longer glowing.

“Oh boy,” Darius, with his supernatural senses heightened to the extreme, could feel the malevolent intent of the Pocusts as they closed in. “These were no ordinary insects.” He said this because he heard their flaps beating with a fury that propelled the two of them forward at an alarming speed, and they could smell their poisonous teeth, dripping with a venom that could paralyze a man with