The sobbing voices turned into terrifying roars in the darkness.
As Natasha fled all the way, she drew even more shrieks of alarm. Countless bloodthirsty, terrifying gazes fixed themselves upon her.
That guy really does know about the node. I have to get back and report to the Queen. I can't break down here. Natasha thought, while her steps quickened.
However, Natasha had lost her source of magic and could only run on her own two feet. In the dim Black Forest, even withered branches could disrupt the rhythm of her escape.
Beneath a pitch-black hill, Natasha failed to notice an armored skeleton beneath her feet and crashed into it.
No one knew what the armor was made of, but it was exceedingly hard. Natasha's balance, already strained by her high-speed sprint, was shattered by this sudden accident.
With a muffled groan, Natasha dropped to her knees.
Looking down, she saw sparks hissing from her right ankle. An electric flare burst forth, and after several cracking sounds, Natasha could no longer feel her right foot.
"Damn it, it malfunctioned at a time like this. It was clearly inspected before the mission!" A ruthless glint flashed through Natasha's eyes.
A piercing scream came from behind her.
Natasha turned her head and saw a dreadful undead face less than ten centimeters from the tip of her nose—veins bulging around its eyes, its eyeballs deathly white, its blue face twisted with fangs.
Natasha's heart tightened. She did not try to attack, because without an element capable of restraining the undead, any attack would be useless.
With her still-functional left foot, she kicked the nearby dead tree fiercely.
As the tree branches swayed and dry twigs came rustling down, Natasha used the recoil to roll to the other side. However, she had clearly used