Chapter 451
The new glide the core members of the Fang hunters were in didn't waste time as it traveled faster than the normal glides. And in under a day, they were finally on the forbidden planet.
It was a world of eternal twilight, its sky forever shrouded beneath the crimson glow of two moons.
Their eerie light bathed the land in a dull red hue, casting long, ominous shadows over the jagged terrain.
The air itself was heavy, thick with an unseen force—a raw, primal energy that crackled with the presence of countless werewolves.
The land was vast and untamed, stretching across regions both deadly and magnificent. Colossal black trees, their bark hardened like obsidian, stood tall in the endless forests of the Blackwood Abyss.
Their roots twisted unnaturally, some said to be alive, feeding on the corpses of the unworthy. Beyond the forests lay the Bloodfang Peaks, a mountain range that speared the sky with jagged cliffs.
