Transmigrated As An Adventuring Prince?![DISCONTINUED]

How Did It Come To This

Soft whistles of the wind blew by my ear, all the while small birds chirped and filled the forest with their melody. As I ventured deeper in, Betzazel kept a close eye around me, his presence undetected as he lay within my shadow.

It has been half an hour or so after we seperated ways to cover more ground. Truthfully speaking I didn't want to go alone but then I remembered I literally have like– 1.. 2.. 4.. 4 shadow beings with me!

So far I haven't seen what we were looking for. A Wilderbeast.

Instead of like a skinny ribbed buffalo looking thing, a Wilderbeast is a creature with the body of a deer, but its hind legs are a feline's, its tail similar to a peacock's, dragonfly wings on its back and curved horns upon its head.

Damian had told us yesterday on the way this beast may look docile, but it is incredibly aggressive. It's a carnivore, some say it is also cannibalistic.

Deeper and deeper we went, still no sign of anything. Not even the so called spirits.

"Betzazel, do you sense anything?", I asked the shadow wolf. "𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭.", he replied as he remained guarded.

I sighed, looking up to the sky. We seperated from each other when the sun was near its peak, but right now the sun is almost nearing the treeline.

It has been a while since we went our way, so I thought if I were to turn back to camp it would be nice.

I was wrong.

Betzazel, as if sensing something hissed. He materialized in front of me, body hunched over as he looked around warily.

"What is it-", I opened my mouth to speak.

The next second he embraced me, black wisp covering my vision as my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Whatever Betzazel was hissing at, it was hostile.

I could hear a faint stomping, soft yet vicious cuts within the air. My ears twitched, trying to locate whatever thing was so malicious to us.

I really wanted to stand up and see what Betzazel was protecting me from, but I noticed I couldn't move a muscle. Not a headturn nor a subconscious reaction. Nothing.

All I could do was look straight Betzazel's back.

"𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.", I couldn't understand what Betzazel was on about. However my mouth couldn't speak.

As soon as Betzazel disappeared, a weight seem to have been lifted from my chest. I coughed, gasping for air that had been kept in my lungs.

My ears buzzed, the faint sound of crying and stomping was heard. I dazedly looked up, expecting a scene where Betzazel was toying with our hostile guest.

My breath hitched, the smell of smoke filling my lungs as I stared, disbelief in my eyes. Panic started to rise, and before I knew it my feet had already run off.

Faster and faster.

I kept running.

I didn't know where I was running to.

I didn't have a destination.

Fear kept me from stopping.

"If you encounter it, do not engage. It may look harmless, but it is full of surprises."