Chapter 14- I Should Be The Only One To Bury Someone Alive
Yuuta coughed into his webbed elbow as dust poured into his makeshift shelter like it had a personal vendetta. Every breath scraped his throat raw. The stinging in his bulging frog eyes had him blinking like mad, muttering curses between gags.
"Fucking magic pigs," he spat, voice muffled by the sleeve of his tattered robe. "I didn’t know fireballs came with a side of powdered misery."
The air inside the cave-like wedge of stone had turned from shelter to suffocation. Particles floated thick and heavy, coating his tongue, seeping into his lungs, scratching down his throat like gravel. The stone above him vibrated with each distant explosion. Outside, the pig mages were still painting the sky with colorful death.
Another rumble—different this time. Not a fireball. A sharp, distinct crack.
CRRRK.
Yuuta froze.
"The fuck was that?"
His eyes flicked up, toward the ceiling of stone above him. Small pebbles rolled down, pattering over his face. His gut clenched.
Then the realization hit him.
"Oh fuck—oh fuck—they’re trying to bury me alive!"
Panic struck like a whip. Maybe it wasn’t intentional, maybe it was, but either way those spell-slinging pork bastards were doing exactly what he did to them.