Chapter 66: Two Ways To Die
PREVIOUSLY-
A pale violet shimmer rippled before the entrance, like heat rising off blood-soaked stone.
Gorvax stood there. Not as the shaggy, foul-mouthed mutt Theobald had grown to trust, but as a ghost-light — his spectral form radiant and barely tethered to the earth.
The fire of madness danced in his eyes.
"To think," he said, voice deeper, echoing as if layered with centuries of growls and whispers,
"I’d get to see you like this..."
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NEXT DAY-
Theobald stepped out of his hut, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. A humid breeze rolled past the village, carrying the scent of wet bark and simmered roots.
Across the clearing, several lizardmen halted in place, their amber eyes narrowing at the sight of him. Children dropped pebbles mid-play. Hunters paused with spears halfway raised. Even the old elders stirring their clay pots turned silently.
A dozen wary stares fixed on his human form.
"Oh."