Chapter 112: Hunger
"Hold him," Numili screamed.
"Kid, fight it! Don't touch that piece of meat!"
"Numili, what is going on?"
Irwin was confused. Why were they all shouting? He took a shaking step forward, and as he did, his cards rang as if he'd struck them with a hammer. As they did, he felt a disharmony that hadn't been there before, something that seemed to threaten the cohesion of his left hand. Trying to rip apart the bonds he'd created when his left hand had become a full, combined hand.
As the echoes of the ringing faded, a sense of worry came. It was his first card. He could feel it amidst the ripples of the not-a-sound. It was shaking, shivering, and the hunger…
His card hungered!
What is going on?
He barely finished the thought as the ringing faded again. Now the ringing wasn't there, he couldn't sense the same thing as before, but he felt a tightness. And the hunger grew. A hunger nearly impossible to hold back.
"Hold him!" Ambraz roared.
Hold him? Why? Wait. How long had he been staring at the heart? A pale mist, almost like morning fog, hung around the heart, spreading out and dissipating. Where it touched him, he felt a clammy wetness while the heat increased further.
"Irwin, help!"
Irwin shook. What? Who needed help?