Lord Of The Lost

Chapter 36: Invisibility Cloak!



Little Red Riding Hood could barely believe what was unfolding before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively stepped back, her movements shaky and unsteady.

Each step was a struggle, as if the weight of what she was witnessing pressed down on her. Then, a haunting, mournful howl pierced the thick air. It was filled with such pain and desperation that it echoed in her soul. Without another word, she turned on her heel and disappeared into the mist, leaving the creature behind, alone in its sorrow.

The fog swallowed her small, frail figure like a lost wolf cub. As she vanished, William stood frozen, his body overcome by an icy chill that crept into his bones. The monster before him, once vibrant with menace, now seemed lifeless. Its eyes, once fierce and wild, had dulled to a lifeless gray, void of any spark. He could sense it; his life was in danger.

A surge of anxiety rippled through him, making his hands tremble. The threat was real, and it was closing in.

At that moment, the sequence game flared to life with a single word flashing on the screen:

Danger!

Extreme danger!

The young hunter beside him fumbled with his token, but it was already too late. His grip on reality slipped, and with it, his humanity. Like a fragile thread snapping, he fell into the abyss of madness, helplessly spiraling down. His companion, Little Red Riding Hood, had already ventured into the Misty Forest, and now the hunter followed, but not as a protector.

No, he had become something darker, something twisted.

William couldn't help but wonder if the hunter had fought against the monster inside him all this time, clinging desperately to his humanity through sheer force of will. But now, that will had crumbled. William wasn't sure if the hunter willingly gave in to the darkness or if it had simply overwhelmed him in a moment of weakness.

All William knew was that the final battle was nearing, the storm brewing.

With that realization, William grabbed his lantern and hurried after Little Red Riding Hood, who was now just a shadow in the swirling mist. Her steps were slow, dragging, and uneven. She said nothing, but her silence spoke volumes. William couldn't see her face through the fog, but he knew she was struggling. She seemed so small, so broken, like a child who had lost everything.

Then, without warning, a monstrous roar ripped through the air behind them. The ground trembled beneath their feet as if something enormous was coming their way. William's heart raced as he heard the sound of trees snapping, their trunks splintering under the force of whatever was approaching. The clicking sound of claws scraping against the ground sent a shiver down his spine.

And then, the howl.

A deep, guttural howl that could only belong to one creature; the [Elite Werewolf].

William's blood ran cold. He knew that howl. It carried with it a wave of raw power that rolled through the forest like an unstoppable force. The very fog around them churned and boiled as if the howl had stirred it into a frenzy. It was terrifying, an embodiment of primal fear.

If they were any closer, William was certain that the howl alone would be enough to rip them apart from the inside, the sheer force of it tearing through their organs like a storm.

The air crackled with tension as the battle erupted behind them, but William had no time to look back. All he could feel was the tremor under his feet, as if the earth itself was quaking. The sound that followed was overwhelming, like the roar of a landslide crashing through the forest. It was chaos, pure and unrelenting, but he couldn't stop.

He and Little Red Riding Hood moved swiftly through the misty forest, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. The fog was thick, swirling like a living thing, making it impossible to see what lay ahead. Little did they know, danger was waiting just out of sight.

Suddenly, they walked straight into an ambush.

Five werewolves, crouched low and motionless, waited like patient predators. Their eyes gleamed in the shadows, their bodies tense, ready to strike. They were hunters, and they had planned this carefully. Holding their breath, they waited for the perfect moment.

William and Little Red Riding Hood passed right by them, unaware of the danger lurking just a few meters away. The closest werewolf was so near that William could have reached out and touched it if he had only known. But they didn't notice. They kept moving, unknowingly walking straight into a deadly trap.

When the prey was perfectly surrounded, the werewolves pounced.

All five lunged at once, their claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. But their focus wasn't on Little Red Riding Hood. No, their target was the lantern in William's hand. They knew it was their greatest threat, the one thing that could weaken them.

The werewolves had learned the hard way that the lantern's light could force them back. Even now, they weren't giving up. They had fanned out, lying in wait, and now they attacked as one, forming a perfect circle around William. It seemed chaotic, but in truth, it was a well-orchestrated ambush.

Among them was the elite werewolf, their leader, but it had its own battle to fight. The young hunter, now transformed into a monstrous figure, had zeroed in on the elite werewolf, clashing with it in a brutal fight. This slowed the werewolves' hunt, but the rest pressed on, relentless.

Why? Because Little Red Riding Hood was no ordinary prey. She was important, the key to the werewolf clan's future, and they couldn't afford to let her escape.

Just as the werewolves lunged, the lantern in William's hand flared with a brilliant light. A divine glow burst forth, cutting through the fog, forcing back the evil with its radiant energy. But there were too many of them; five in total, and even the divine light couldn't hold them all at bay.

William reacted with lightning speed. Gripping his spear, he swung it across his body just as the nearest werewolf leapt at him. Though weakened by the lantern's light, the werewolf was still a formidable opponent. Its savage strength was barely diminished, and William had his hands full just trying to keep it at bay.

And the numbers were overwhelming.

Little Red Riding Hood heard the commotion behind her and spun around, her eyes flashing with fury. Without a second thought, she charged back into the fray. She wasn't an ordinary girl; she was something darker, something ancient, and the lantern's light had little effect on her. Perhaps it was her bloodline, something deep within that shielded her from its holy glow.

In an instant, seven figures were locked in battle, their movements a blur of claws, teeth, and steel.

But before the fight could truly unfold, something else happened; something far more terrifying.

Out of the mist, with a sudden whoosh, thick, black tentacles shot forward. They were massive, like dark serpents slithering through the air, crashing through trees and vegetation as they surged forward with unstoppable force.

The tentacles wrapped around the werewolves, binding their ankles, waists, and limbs in a vice-like grip. The werewolves struggled, their muscles straining as they tried to break free, but the tentacles held fast, their strength impossible to resist.

Then came the pull.

It was like being dragged down into the very depths of hell. The tentacles yanked the werewolves off their feet, pulling them backward into the mist. The werewolves howled in terror, their voices full of rage and fear.

"No! No!!" they screamed, their claws scraping desperately at the ground, trying to stop the inevitable.

But there was no escape.

With a sickening 'tear', the tentacles dragged them away, and soon, their howls faded into the distance, swallowed by the mist.

The werewolf sank its claws deep into the bark of a massive tree, using its strength to counteract the relentless pull of the tentacles. The tree groaned under the strain, cracking ominously as its roots began to give way. Soil erupted around the base, cascading like a landslide.

One of the trapped werewolves thrashed against the tentacles coiling around him, fury fueling his attacks. His claws could have left gaping wounds, exposing bone, but now they barely scratched the surface. It was as if the tentacles had elevated their toughness, rendering his efforts nearly useless.

Around him, other werewolves fought back in their own ways. One clawed desperately at the mud, but all that remained were shallow furrows in the ground. They were being pulled backward into the fog, swallowed whole by an unseen beast that lurked just beyond their vision.

William stood frozen, eyes wide as he watched the chaos unfold. The anguished roars of the werewolves echoed from various corners of the battlefield, a chilling reminder that none were escaping the grip of the tentacles. They were all being dragged back into the depths of the unknown.

"Move!" Little Red Riding Hood urged, her voice a low whisper filled with urgency and sorrow.

William snapped back to reality, noticing that she had transformed into a wolf girl. Despite her limp, she was sprinting on all fours through the underbrush, her speed astonishing. William felt a rush of adrenaline as he pushed himself to keep up. Blood stained his clothes, remnants of the werewolves' claws, but now was not the time to dwell on his injuries.

They pressed deeper into the misty forest, moving hundreds of meters before Little Red Riding Hood finally halted. She turned to face him, her expression tense. "How do you find the witches?"

William noticed her eyes were slightly red and swollen, but she was fighting to remain composed. "I have a lucky clover given to me by Calcifer. When I entered the Misty Forest, I made a wish with it."

"Calcifer? That name sounds familiar," she murmured, curiosity flickering across her face. "Turn out your lantern."

William complied, cutting off the flow of spiritual oil. He glanced at the jar and winced; it was only half full now.

Little Red Riding Hood reached into her bag and pulled out something, extending her hands toward him as if offering a fishing net. William froze, unsure of what she was doing. Then he felt something gauzy drifting toward him, wrapping around him like a gentle embrace.

[Name: Invisibility Cloak]

[Quality: Rare]

[Additional note: The Wolf Lord looked at the little witch who was growing up but lacked the ability to protect herself. Concerned for her safety, he knew that the werewolves would not wait for her to grow stronger. To shield her from imminent danger, he painstakingly wove this cloak under the full moon.]

[Invisibility: Any creature covered by the cloak will lose its voice, smell, shape, and weight.]

William's heart raced as he processed the significance of the cloak. With it, they might have a chance to evade the werewolves and reach safety. He met Little Red Riding Hood's determined gaze, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. Together, they would navigate this perilous path and uncover the truth behind the witches' power.


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