Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 216 - 216: If you leave, you die!

The rest finally made it up and dropped to their knees, drained—hands and knees raw and numb from the climb.

Cyra gave them a moment to recover. Then, rising to her feet, she tossed the chair into her space and pulled out two torches, ignoring their stunned stares.

She saw no point hiding her space. Better to shock them now—she'd be using it often in the desolate land.

"Get up, we're leaving the forest. Leave my sight, and you die—no matter what you see, stay behind me." Cyra's tone was filled with serious warning.

As darkness fell, Cyra's aura changed—sharp, predatory, and suffocating.

The women instinctively reached for their weapons, fear tightening their grips and darkening their expressions.

Whatever fear they'd felt on the plane was nothing compared to this. Under her gaze, they were nothing but prey.

Their backs were drenched in cold sweat, feeling her changed to gold right before their eyes.

They had no idea what kind of monster she was. Their emotions spiralled into chaos, making everything feel like a hallucination—unreal, surreal.

First, the chair vanished, and then her hair changed colour right before their eyes. Some women pinched themselves and instinctively stepped back in fear.

Unbothered by their reactions, Cyra closed her eyes and sniffed the air, her pores drinking in the night. Her blood stirred at the strong breaths gathered around her.

As the sky darkened, Zane's instincts warned him—predators were stirring.

"Wife, my sword.'' Zane requested, tying his hair up under Viktor's clueless gaze.

Viktor's gaze swept the area, growing cautious as soon as Zane asked for his sword.

Snapping out of it, Cyra opened her eyes, retrieved a sheathed sword, and tossed it to Zane, who caught it mid-air.

"Let's move. Dawdle, and you die," Cyra snapped, grabbing Viktor's wrist as she strode forward.

The fighters gazed at each other for a look, but a growl made them react quickly and follow after Cyra.

"Amelia, Erica, Light the way." Cyra found Amelia and Erica in the crowd and threw the torch at them under the envious stares of the crowd.

Both women took the torch and turned it on, and their surroundings brightened up instantly.

"Something!" A woman shouted, startling everyone. They turned and saw her pointing to the left with a shaking and lost expression.

But the crowd saw nothing, "is the dark forest not enough for you? Now you want to add sound effects.'' A woman snorted in the crowd while patting her chest to soothe her thumping heart.

But after turning away, they missed glowing red feline eyes flickering behind the trees.

The woman hugged herself as she moved forward, swearing she'd seen something watching from the trees.

"In two minutes, we'll be attacked. Don't panic—just stay behind me. You're not ready to face this thing alone," Cyra murmured into Viktor's ear.

Her breath grazed his ear, sending tingles down his spine and making his legs wobble.

Cyra chuckled softly and held his waist to stabilise him. Zane watched Viktor's embarrassed flush with a teasing smile, but he shifted instantly.

Zane unsheathed his sword, his hands wrapped tightly at the hilt as he looked ahead.

Cyra patted Viktor's head, her eyes turning to the side with her nails turning into long claws.

Viktor saw her claws extend, eyes narrowing as a twig snapped nearby.

A strange hush spread across the crowd, and the tension in the air thickened as more snaps were heard from all around them. Gulp.

In a flash, huge shadows walked out from the trees—surrounding them.

Everyone quickly pulled out their weapons to fight but when they saw the clear image of the shadows, they froze, their body prickling with goosebumps and dread.

And their hands trembled at the enormous monstrosity. The monsters were covered in black, their teeth dripping with black liquid, which scorched the ground as soon as it dropped.

It looked like a grotesque mix of creatures—like a failed Frankenstein experiment.

"Growl!!"

The monsters growled, and the liquid dripped profusely—burning into the ground.

It jolted them back to reality. Some women panicked and fled.

"If you leave, you die!'' Cyra's warning rang out in the crowd, stabilizing some people, but others couldn't trust their lives to her and ran out.

Zane shook his head at their foolishness—if they had listened, they would have survived the night under his wife's protection.

Running out alone in the centre of North Oasis was suicide. And to prove him right loud bloodcurdling screams echoed from where they ran too.

The other women in the crowd shivered, some almost bursting into tears in fear—their fears excited the monsters surrounding them, and they lunged towards them.

Amelia and Erica's hands shook slightly, their heart pounding louder in their ears as the monster's fangs shone sinisterly in the light.

Before they could raise their weapons, a flash of silver streaked past—cleaving the nearest monster clean in half.

Jaws dropped as Zane sliced through the beast like it was nothing but air.

The women who once assumed their boss brought her men for fun quickly swallowed their doubts—and their pride.

Seeing Zane could take care of the one closer, Cyra set her eyes on the ones still hidden in the dark.

Cyra waited calmly, eyes scanning the shadows. She couldn't go hunting—not with so many to protect. If battle lust took over, she might forget them entirely.

From the side, Viktor watched Zane in action and swallowed hard, deeply relieved they weren't enemies.

He had seen Zane spar with Cyra before, but this was different—Zane slaughtered the beast without a hint of effort or strain.

Viktor recalled their clash in his space and suddenly understood—Zane had held back. If he hadn't, Viktor would be dead.

Viktor sighed, overwhelmed by the same helplessness Kyle once felt being near Cyra and Zane's monstrous strength.

Zane dodged a monster's claws and sank his sword through its head, and with a flick of his wrist, he twisted the sword deeper.

The monster's skull cracked; Zane dodged the sputter of black blood and swung his blood-stained sword in a deadly arc—splitting the next monster open.

Gradually, a foul, tears-inducing stench spread across the clearing, causing everyone to choke and their eyes to water.

Zane wasn't feeling much better; he almost wanted to throw up from the stench.

Cyra frowned, her sensitive nose wrinkling at the stench. "Zane, let's move," she called once the last monster fell.

The remaining monsters shrank back, intimidated by Zane's ruthless spree—for now, it was safe to move on.

"Coming," Zane called, flicking the blood from his sword before sliding it smoothly into its scabbard.