Chapter 7-Damn Ugly Ass Pig
Yuuta stood with his legs bent low, his green, frogman figure outlined against the swirling mass of dust and smoke ahead. His wide eyes glinted with desperation and fire, the taste of iron still on his tongue, his chest heaving from the effort of surviving.
A sudden gust surged from within the thick fog. It wasn’t natural—it was a hungry wind, clawing its way out of the smoke, carrying with it the smell of burning pork fat, scorched iron, and something deeper. Something primal. The stench of an unstoppable beast refusing to fucking die.
Yuuta narrowed his eyes, his frog heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. "You’ve gotta be shitting me..." he muttered, sweat trickling down the sides of his green face. His voice was hoarse with fatigue, but the fear in his gut twisted tighter with every heartbeat.
He didn’t wait for confirmation.
He threw out his stubby three-fingered arm and conjured another glowing orb of crackling blue-white energy. Magic Missile.
The sphere hummed with murderous intent as it launched forward, slicing through the dust cloud like a bullet. It disappeared into the gray—
BOOM!
A thunderclap exploded from inside the debris, sending another ripple of force through the canyon. The ground trembled. Pebbles jumped.
A shrill, guttural screech echoed from within the smoke. A pig’s scream—maddened, mutilated, enraged.
Yuuta’s jaw clenched. "Still kicking, you pork-faced shit?"
He didn’t give it time to answer.