Chapter 307: Aid from the Master's Sect

The jungle canopy, a dense tapestry of black and deep green, swallowed the moonlight whole. For Lambert Bird, it was a hunting ground. The fear and desperation that had hounded him for hours had been transmuted into a cold, predatory focus. He was no longer the prey; he was the ghost in the trees. He moved with a silence that defied the rustling leaves and snapping twigs underfoot. The Eye of God, pulsating gently behind his eyelids, painted the world in lines of energy and life. He saw the...