Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 602: A Nest

Sean remained still for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the direction Clyde and Mina had disappeared into. The silence between him and Connor stretched with heavy uncertainty.

"We should hunt them," Connor was the first to speak to break the silence. He said. "Now. While they’re still weak."

Sean didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained forward, his mind replaying everything he had just witnessed.

"Are they?" he finally said.

Connor glanced at him.

Sean shook his head slightly. "I’m not sure they’re weak at all. If anything... they’ll be more alert now. After that fight, they’ll expect someone to come after them."

He paused for a moment, his expression tightening.

"And that man... the Apex..." he continued. "Did he look weak to you?"

Connor said nothing. Because he had seen it too.

Clyde standing there, surrounded by lightning and that strange burning energy. The way he moved. The way he ended the fight without hesitation.

There had been no sign of weakness in him.

Only pressure from his power.

Sean sighed slowly. "If we rush in now, we might be the ones getting hunted instead."

The words settled heavily between them.

Connor’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t argue. He understood the risk. They both did.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The decision was not simple, and neither of them could confidently say what the right move was.

Finally, Sean moved.

"We follow them first," he said. "Keep our distance and watch them. At least we cannot lose them."

Connor nodded curtly. That was the safest choice for now.

Without another word, both of them moved. Their bodies slipped out from behind the ruined wall with careful and controlled movement as they began tracking the direction Clyde and Mina had taken. They moved through the shadows of the broken city, keeping their presence low.

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Far from them, on the edge of another ruined street, another figure had also been watching.

Ryan stood in silence. The grin that had once been on his face was gone. For the first time his expression was completely serious.

His eyes remained locked on the distant battlefield where the dust was still settling. The images of what he had just seen lingered clearly in his mind.

Clyde cutting through everything, his speed... his overwhelming force...

Ryan’s fingers tightened slightly around the handle of the weapon in his hand.

"He’s stronger than me," he muttered.

The realization did not sit well with him.

Then there was something else in that man’s body. He had felt it clearly. That strange energy. A faint, burning presence mixed within Clyde’s power.

It was clearly a Demonic energy.

Ryan’s expression darkened.

"I don’t like that," he said under his breath. "Someone else with the same kind of power like me, but stronger."

His grip tightened further. He lowered his gaze slightly toward the weapon in his hand which was also a Demonic Sword.

"Who is that?" Ryan asked quietly. "How is he that strong?"

For a brief moment, nothing happened. Then a few seconds later the sword responded.

"I do not know," a low voice echoed faintly from it. "But I felt it as well... that soul was strange..."

There was a pause.

"...It is strong," the sword continued. "And I hate it."

Ryan let out a small breath.

"Yeah," he said. "Same here."

He lifted his head again, looking in the direction Clyde had gone.

A faint smirk began to return, but it was colder than before.

"That man deserves to be the Apex."

The words were not praise, but a challenge.

Ryan stepped forward. He disappeared into the ruined streets, following the same path Clyde and Mina had taken, his presence blending into the shadows of the broken city.

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Clyde and Mina moved quickly through the ruined city. Their footsteps were urgent as they passed through streets and collapsed structures. The big monsters had somehow gone now.

The silence around them felt unnatural after the chaos of the battle, but neither of them relaxed.

They were being hunted. That much was certain.

Clyde’s senses remained sharp. He was constantly scanning for any shift in the air or any presence that did look suspicious.

The faint crackle of lightning still lingered around him, though far more controlled now. Mina followed close behind, her daggers still in hand, her eyes moving from shadow to shadow.

They needed a place to hide. But everywhere they looked, there was nothing that looked safe enough.

Collapsed buildings offered no real cover. Open streets left them exposed. Even the deeper ruins felt unstable as if they could collapse at any moment or attract attention.

Mina slowed slightly as they reached another broken intersection, her gaze sweeping across the area.

"There’s nothing," she said under her breath. "Everything’s too exposed."

Clyde didn’t answer immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly as he observed their surroundings. She was right. None of these places would keep them hidden for long.

They needed something better.

Then something happened. A vibration ran through his hand.

Clyde’s grip tightened slightly as he felt it. The Demonic Sword began to buzz softly with a low hum that traveled up his arm.

The blade moved slightly on its own then tilted in a specific direction as if something was pulling it.

Clyde stopped.

Mina noticed immediately. "What is it?"

Clyde glanced down at the sword.

The vibration grew stronger. The blade angled more clearly to point toward a specific path between the ruined structures.

"What are you doing?" Clyde muttered.

The sword gave no answer.

It only continued to hum and point.

Mina frowned slightly. "Is it reacting to something?"

Clyde watched it for another second. Then his gaze lifted toward the direction it indicated.

"I don’t know," he said. "But it’s telling us to go there."

The sword remained silent.

"Let’s follow it."

Mina hesitated for a moment, then nodded. They didn’t have many options anyway.

They changed direction immediately.

The path led them away from the more open streets and deeper into a section of the city that looked far more unstable. The ground became uneven, cracked in strange patterns. The air felt warmer the further they went.

Eventually, they reached something. Both of them slowed. In front of them was something like an unnatural nest.

It was formed from molten rock, hardened in layers that curved inward. Faint embers glowed between the cracks and small flickers of heat shimmered in the air around it.

The ground near it was scorched as if something powerful had once resided there, or still did.

Mina stared at it.

"What is that?" she asked.

Clyde didn’t answer immediately. His eyes studied the structure carefully. Then he glanced down at the Demonic Sword.

It was still pointing directly at the nest.

Clyde remained silent for a few seconds, thinking.

"It might be a safe place for us," he finally said.

Mina turned to him, her expression uncertain. "You sure?"

Clyde lifted the sword slightly.

"This thing led me here," he said. "Right now, I’m assuming it doesn’t want its master to die."

The sword gave no response, but its steady hum remained.

"Come on."

There was no hesitation in his voice.

Mina looked at the nest once more, then back at Clyde.

Then she nodded.

Together, they approached.

The heat intensified as they stepped closer but it did not burn them. The embers flickered softly, reacting to their presence but not aggressively.

Clyde stepped in first.

Mina followed right behind him.

They entered the molten nest, disappearing from the open ruins.

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