Chapter 411: The Trap at the North Gate

**Thelma Zane’s POV:** I had a plan, though I wasn’t entirely sure it would work. The creature looming before us was likely not the true form of the monster but rather a projection. My objective was clear: trace its attacks back to the source and uncover the location of the main body. Time was against us, so I didn’t explain much to the others. Instead, I asked them to divert the monster’s attacks, buying me the opportunity to study its movements. Without hesitation, they complied. As I dodged the creature’s relentless assaults, I focused my senses, scrutinizing every detail of the light beams it emitted. I pushed my vision to its absolute limit, searching for anomalies. After what felt like an eternity of observation, I spotted it—a faint circle of tiny distortions surrounding one of the light beams. It was as if hot air was warping the space around it. These distortions weren’t an illusion; they were real, tangible disruptions in the fabric of space itself. I didn’t need