A Knight Who Eternally Regresses

Chapter 277

“They’ve hidden something in the forest. I followed the trail, and it led me there,” Finn said confidently. He had a knack for tracking people, noticing signs most would overlook. A broken twig, faint footprints, or even a barely perceptible shift in scent were all he needed to piece together someone’s path.

Enkrid suspected Finn’s skill came from experience, possibly even a past as a bounty hunter. While Enkrid didn’t pry into Finn’s history, he recognized its value and appreciated the results it yielded.

Thanks to Finn’s guidance, they discovered a hidden tunnel in the forest near the village, to the north, overlooking the distant Pen-Hanil River. Inside the forest, they found where the Black Blades had concealed their beasts—a cavern packed with grotesque creatures.

Each monster was a twisted abomination, barely holding onto life. Drugged and drooling, their grotesque forms bore the hallmarks of Laivan, the alchemist they had killed earlier. Even in death, his handiwork persisted.

One such beast, a wolf-like creature with deer-like legs, showcased the gruesome success of Laivan’s experiments. It was a chimera—a man-made monstrosity neither beast nor monster.

“Who’s there?” Five men, presumably handlers or fodder for the beasts, confronted them.

“Stand down, or you’ll die,” Enkrid said plainly.

Predictably, they attacked. Predictably, they died.

One man, hanging back and observing, released one of the beasts in desperation. It roared—a lion with the tail of a snake, a half-finished chimera resembling a manticore. It charged clumsily, its malformed body betraying its ferocity.

Enkrid’s sword cut through its head with a clean sweep, splitting its skull in two. Brain matter and dark crimson blood spilled across the cavern floor.

Meanwhile, Jaxon and Shinar engaged the remaining threats, fighting with ruthless efficiency. Esther climbed a nearby tree and watched, her role more observer than participant.

The man who released the chimera tried to flee but was struck down mid-step by an arrow to the head. Finn’s aim was impeccable.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Finn muttered. The weapon he used was one Enkrid had confiscated from a Black Blade thief—a specialized device capable of concealed shots.

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