Chapter 89: Hungry
Riven finally understood that maybe, just maybe, everything had been a joke and Malum was just playing with him until he was turned into an undead.
He cursed himself for being stupid even as blood began to flow from his mouth.
"Oh. You’re not dead yet. Right, I’m not looking to kill you. Let’s see, which bones can I break next?"
Riven felt something he’d never felt before in his life, something that made his whole body, the parts still listening to his head, stiffen like a statue.
He felt true fear. "No... no! No, don’t!"
Malum did. His legs came down on his two legs as if he was stepping on twigs. He snapped his two legs and marched on them until the bones turned into splinters that poked out of his flesh.
Then he crouched and took him by the neck and slammed Riven back against the wall. "Well, look at you. You are in very bad shape and we’re not even done yet. I know this is not for everyone. Just tell me if you can’t take this anymore and we’ll stop the training right there."
Riven opened his mouth, but Malum was fast and his punch crushed his throat.
Riven’s brain seemed to freeze with all the pain it was processing because the only thing he could do at that moment was stare blankly and gasp for breath, swallowing blood.
Malum shook his head. He stood up and took Riven by his hair, dragging him across the room. "Seems this is all you can take."