Chapter One-Hundred-and-Forty-Seven

On the way to the Judge’s hideout, Adam checked their surroundings for secrets by using the compass. He was specifically seeking the closest ones, but given how the arrow on the compass didn’t move at all, it was clear they were very far from the nearest one. Fortunately though, it wasn’t far from the direction they were headed, so Adam kept checking as they continued on their way in the boat he’d sculpted out of flesh and surrounded by blood.

Since their mode of transportation stood out a lot, Adam kept them high in the air, far above the floating point. This, however, proved to be a mistake as they reached the north-western part of the map, because an enormous shape in the night-blue clouds above quickly took notice of their passing.

Fuck, that’s gotta be Sky Terror.

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