Chapter 111: Road to Nowhere
For a fleeting moment, Klaus was seized by the irrational fear that he’d unknowingly raised a death flag. To shake the ominous thought, he began muttering a short prayer under his breath — a half-remembered tune twisted into a chant — all while furiously stripping meat from the monster carcasses.
The rhythm of his blade and the cadence of the words blended together, keeping his mind occupied.
When he finally finished, Klaus placed the last slab of meat onto the seaweed saddlebag strapped to the Crimson Slayer. The creature turned and locked its eyes onto him. It stared for a few long seconds, scanning him in silence before shifting its focus to the feast.
Klaus blinked.
’What was that about? Was it sizing me up? It’s not thinking of eating me, right?’
A prickle of unease crept over him.
Logically, he knew the creature couldn’t harm him, not while it was bound to Morgan, who happened to be bound to him through the Soul Contract. But still... there was something about that beast that didn’t sit right.
He wondered if he was developing some kind of bestial instinct.
Come to think of it, weren’t all his abilities beast-like in nature?
Ever since the infection, his physical prowess had drastically improved and his senses hadn’t lagged behind. Even his gauntlets, Bloodwulf, bore a distinctly animalistic design.
What did it all mean?