Chapter 720: Something Is Chasing After Us!

One month later.

The entire island had plunged into complete darkness, and the "dead" colossal tree had withered entirely.

Yet this proved favorable for Lolth.

On one hand, she grew increasingly "vibrant," accumulating abundant emotions, knowledge, and memories, her soul now resembling that of a genuine living being.

On the other hand…

A deceased tree naturally yields plentiful timber.

Daily, Lolth journeyed to the island’s core, hauling wood and fruit-laden branches to shore while attempting to construct escape vessels from the materials.

After a month’s diligent effort, she’d fashioned a respectable raft bound with cords twisted from wood and bark.

The once-feral black cub now lay docile at her feet, having been subdued through repeated knockouts.

With ample fruit reserves and the creature’s inexplicable lack of appetite, Lolth designated it premium emergency rations for her impending voyage.

The pale golden bracelet adorning her wrist exhibited peculiar vitality.

Gentle taps elicited emotional feedback akin to telepathy, accompanied by fragmented communication attempts… though the entity neither spoke comprehensible language nor any language at all.

Yet communication mattered less than the artifact’s practical virtues: magic infusion yielded superior illumination to her natural glow, while its healing and purifying properties mended wounds and alleviated fatigue.

Experimentation revealed it could even temporarily negate drowning effects, enabling brief underwater respiration.

These advantages bolstered her escape plans – premium provisions, emergency medical aid, and diving capacity now secured.

Paradoxically, her growing vitality and emotional spectrum intensified her island aversion.

Previously guided by instinct, she’d lacked true departure desire.

Now, with resurging memories, she understood her imperative to leave.

Crucially…

Despite her living companions, profound loneliness persisted.

The barren island and lifeless seas offered nothing, while the pervasive darkness provoked instinctive revulsion.

This emptiness amplified her isolation.

"Alas, eternal solitary idleness eludes me," Lolth mused, perched on coastal rocks while magically whittling a paddle-shaped timber. "Even my companionship standards prove unreasonable – castaways befriend volleyballs in films, yet I scorn these two for lacking speech."

As she sighed, the cub’s fluffy tail brushed her calf in gentle oscillation.

"Ah! Cinematic references… more foreign memories surface," she observed, toe-tickling the purring beast’s chin. "Recollections multiply, yet remain impractical."

"My certainty remains: I’ve crossed worlds to this realm of swordcraft and sorcery, teeming with supernatural forces…"

"Where I’ve dwelled extensively…"

"Though this world’s specifics elude me, former-life memories persist with crystalline clarity."

"But what value lies in remembering high school snack runs with friends, collegiate feastings on scholarship funds, or lab snacking that nearly caused disasters?!"

As she murmured her thoughts aloud, she polished the final edge of the oar to perfection.

"Alright—it’s finished!"

Lolth sprang to her feet with exhilaration.

"At least now I can finally set sail!"

"I wonder if that geographical knowledge from my previous incarnation holds true in this world."

Her gaze drifted to the person-sized wooden raft beside her. The branch-woven basket brimmed with crimson berries that glowed faintly—provisions Lolth calculated should sustain her for roughly a month. Though deceptively small, consuming just two of these miraculous fruits could satiate both hunger and thirst for an entire day. They replenished more than mere sustenance, directly restoring magical essence and vital energies alike.

Her resolution hardened: Should no new land emerge within this timeframe, she’d embrace death willingly. Surveying the desolate surroundings, Lolth couldn’t shake the suspicion that this world had endured the End of Days—a realm already extinguished. Were she and this obsidian-furred pup truly the last living beings in existence? The thought alone threatened to unravel her sanity.

"Let this be some forsaken corner rather than a wholly ruined world," she whispered like a prayer before shoving the crude vessel from its stony berth into the dark waters. Scooping up the slumbering beast and seizing her oar, she leapt aboard the bobbing raft.

Beneath the sea’s placid obsidian surface, invisible currents coiled like serpents waiting to devour intruders. Yet Lolth’s confidence held firm—her craft bore extraordinary provenance. That gargantuan tree from which she’d hewn the timber clearly transcended ordinary flora. Perhaps this very wood could tame these treacherous tides!

Digging her oar into the inky waters, she propelled them toward the horizon. Gradually, the island shrank to a hazy silhouette… only to begin expanding again moments later.

"Wait… what?"

Whirling around, then snapping her gaze back in alarm, realization struck—

The landmass wasn’t growing larger.

Something enormous was surging toward them from the vanishing island.