Endless Evolution: Last Star Chapter 1673 1673: Broken Guide

Sarka possessed tremendous strength. This was a fact acknowledged by every monster at Kaerno's Pillar, and Adam stood firmly among those who recognized it.

Though he hadn't witnessed her in action yet, her powerful aura and bold stance toward coming battles told him all he needed to know. Only the truly mighty could carry themselves like that—a truth he understood perfectly, being cut from the same cloth.

Yet Sarka harbored a major weakness: her temper ignited far too easily, and quelling it proved nearly impossible until she ripped her foe's head clean off.

Indeed, that brutal end loomed for the first servant if Adam hadn't intervened.

"Enough. If you kill him now, we won't be able to learn anything. That's not part of our plan, is it?" Adam stated calmly, gazing into her vast eyes brimming with savage hunger.

The first servant could only wait for Sarka's verdict. One hand already gone, her razor-sharp claws hovered inches from his throat.

Sarka locked eyes with Adam. Her gaze intensified, turning fiercer and more feral, until…

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Multiple blinks later, sanity returned to her.

"Right!" she burst out with enthusiasm, her expression now free of any prior frenzy. "Sorry, when I'm in the heat of battle, I forget about everything else!"

Adam felt astonishment at how swiftly he'd diffused the tension. He'd braced for her to push back hard.

'Well, sometimes you overestimate how serious the situation really is, right?'

"You said you know how to gather information. How do you plan to do that?"

Sarka responded with a casual shrug.

"Oh, it's very simple, all you need is-!"

CRACKLE!

Suddenly, her fist crashed into the first servant's leg without mercy.

"RGGGHHH!!!" The monster unleashed a guttural roar of agony, body convulsing wildly.

The sharp crack made it clear: Sarka had shattered his leg with that single blow.

Adam arched an eyebrow in bewilderment. Radical tactics didn't faze him, but he failed to grasp how this advanced their hunt for the Frenzied Shard.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Sarka dismissed his concern with a wave while seizing the first servant by the throat in one swift motion.

Her grip tightened mercilessly, choking him, yet he made no move to fight back. Resistance was pointless.

"Now, you'll lead us to the place where the Frenzied Shard is located. If you don't know where the shard is, then take us to the nearest servant. You must have information on that."

Her eyes drifted down.

"Sure, you have a broken leg, what a bummer. Well, it's a good thing you're a strong monster and moving on one leg won't be a problem for you, right?"

Adam's pupils expanded as Sarka's strategy dawned on him.

'I see. Damn, that's a pretty simple plan. We don't need to waste time questioning him; he'll show us the way if he wants to live, and because of his broken leg, he won't be able to run away. We'll catch up to him easily.'

The first servant nodded frantically, desperate for her to ease her hold.

And she did just that.

"Now, show us the way. If you don't cause any trouble, then so be it, I'll let you live. You have nothing to lose. After such a disgrace, the Frenzied Shard will terminate your contract."

'Hmm?' Adam wondered. 'What is she talking about?'

A closer look revealed the amber glow in the first servant's eyes dimming gradually. The process wasn't immediate, but soon, every trace of the Frenzied Shard's influence would vanish from him.

'So if a servant fails its task, the Frenzied Shard knows about it? Tsk. These shards actually act like artifacts.'

The first servant rose from the dirt, dusted himself off, and leaped aside.

His speed remained decent, but the mangled leg dragged him back noticeably.

Sarka shook her head while she and Adam trailed their reluctant guide.

The first servant had first encountered them at the Pit's brink. Now, they ventured deeper into its expanse, veering toward the left flank.

Ruins, ancient statues, collapsed arches, and countless other relics sped past Adam's view. The deeper they pressed, the more diverse the obstacles grew, their scale swelling dramatically.

Tap.

The first servant vaulted onto a massive cube and kept going. Briefly vanishing from sight, Adam soon crested it too.

Adam's eyes bulged, halting him briefly.

Scattered ahead lay the usual array of debris and edifices, yet one feature dominated everything.

Towering golden clocks, half-sunken into the earth, rose amid the wreckage. While most items here rivaled high-rises or exceeded them, these timepieces dwarfed all, matching mountain-like grandeur.

"Shit…" Adam muttered. "Now everything else doesn't seem so big anymore."

Sarka clapped his back, prodding him onward.

"Hah, what you're about to see is just a small part of the Pit. I've been here several times, and with each visit, I realize more and more just how vast this place is, not in terms of area, but in terms of the sheer number of things here. This is a veritable global junkyard, not the Tarnished Lands."

His main goal had drawn him here, yet Adam couldn't suppress curiosity about these relics' origins.

'Ruins, metal scraps, and other debris might have ended up here thanks to the wind or a shockwave from the World Wipe, but something as massive as these clocks? What the hell…'

"Hey!" Sarka yelled, snapping her fingers before his face. "Can you hear me?"

"Agh? Yes, are we there yet?"

The first servant halted at the cube's rim, gesturing forward.

Adam drew near, face etched with a scowl.

"So, not only are the objects here, but the monsters are completely random too?"

His gaze now fixed on the second servant—a colossal carnivorous bloom, unlike its predecessor. Vines writhed everywhere, roots ensnaring the clock's foundation.

'Either way. This is another step forward toward the Frenzied Shard!'