So, now that everything was as ready as it could be, he commanded the ghostbounds to follow, and with an astonishing speed they all vanished from the spot and started marching towards the shadow mountain where the shadow stealer lay.
Rustle…..Rustle…..Rustle..........
All of them were running at an insane speed that shook the surroundings of everywhere they ran through. Their dark clothes fluttered in the shadowy air that flowed throughout the forest. In their path, they encountered many shadow beasts of countless types and bizarre natures that Valtar himself could not understand. But there were indeed no more beasts on the level of a pathwalker though there were many that were at the peak of the third stage.
Of course, none of them slowed down Valtar and his ghostbounds. Any beasts that came to hinder them, not knowing their place, were swatted like a fly with one swing of the large snake's tail.
