SSS Awakening: Rebirth of the Strongest Vampire God novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Lost?

Damon purposefully took a roundabout route quickly finishing off a few beasts here and there. His stats were once again unlocked so he was busily grinding out his different attributes every chance he got.

By the time he arrived at the rendezvous point, the rest of the party was already gathering one by one, slipping in from different directions. Kate and Mark were the first to appear. Mira came next, looking bored but alert, a new flame rune slowly spinning above her shoulder and keeping the cold at bay.

Then Aurora, gently waving at everyone before keeping her gaze fixed on Damon a little too long. Nevin and the other guy arrived last, slightly out of breath, adjusting their gear. The Ice Queen appeared a minute later, her cloak catching the wind and whipping about.

Not the ideal team he would have preferred working with. Damon still had half a mind to say fuck it and do the whole thing with just Mark and Kate but he did owe Sylvara and Artimius one for the teleportation tattoos. So he decided to cooperate and see how the whole thing goes down. Worst case scenario, he could always say fuck it later on.

"Let’s just get this over with." Damon clicked his tongue and started walking forward.

The path ahead was not simple. The biting cold was steadily increasing and to make matters worse the terrain was extremely uneven. Snow crunched underfoot as they continued the long trek, the long-forgotten having long since been overtaken by jagged ice formations and frost-coated roots.

A thick fog had rolled in with the wind, blanketing everything in a ghostly white haze that blurred the horizon and muffled sound. Visibility was barely twenty meters at best, which only heightened everyone’s nerves. The cold was insidious, seeping into armor and bones alike.

Except for Damon everyone else was struggling, trying their best just to keep going. Even Mark was forced to rely on his bloodline. Kate, Sylvara and Nevin were barely hanging on and the middle-aged man completely stopped after a while.

"Miss Sylvara, I am sorry. I think this old man is useless."

"Uncle, its okay. Please don’t push yourself anymore. You have already tried your best."

The man gave her a grateful look, his face pale and covered in frost, and slowly sat down against a boulder half-buried in snow. His hands trembled as he took out a flask and sipped something that instantly steamed in the air. "I’ll wait here," he said quietly, his voice hoarse. "After some time maybe I can muster some more energy in these old bones."

Sylvara hesitated, visibly torn, but eventually nodded. "Rest well, Uncle. Please go back soon. I have Nevin, Blood God, Aurora and Meira with me. I will be fine. Don’t worry." She turned back to the others with her usual icy composure. "We continue without him."

Everyone silently continued walking forward, , deeper into the storm-ravaged wilderness. Damon took the lead, carving a path with little effort.

"How much longer?" Damon asked after a while. Until now Sylvara had only provided vague directions and it was starting to get a bit too much. He then suddenly thought of something. "Do you even know the location?"

"Ahem." Sylvara awkwardly cleared her throat.

Damon immediately stopped walking.