Chapter 106: Disappointing kill test II
A sickening chorus of creaking, snapping bones echoed through the dungeon’s chamber.
Ren’s stomach twisted. The hair on her arms stood up. Something was wrong. Horribly wrong. Was he mutating? Her mind raced. ’Did I make a mistake?’
Splash!
The creature’s skull erupted with a visceral pop, spraying the walls – and them– in blood and chunks of brain matter sprayed on the floor. A scarlet mist clung to the air. Ren staggered back, her face slick with gore, her heart slamming against her ribs.
The vampire’s body, now headless, remained standing, trembling as if possessed. Then, without warning, its stomach began to swell, bloated, and tight like something was alive inside.
"Fuck, back off!" Arkilla shouted, panic shaking her voice as she stumbled away from the next blow.
They all scrambled back, retreating far enough to avoid whatever grotesque finale might come next.
Another wet explosion!
The sound echoed off the dungeon walls like a thunderclap, followed by a fresh downpour of blood and decay. It splattered the floor in thick streaks, painting the stone with carnage.
"Hell, this is disgusting," one of the guards muttered, barely holding back the urge to retch. His face had gone pale, and his lips pressed tight.
Ren didn’t flinch. Her gaze lowered to the mangled corpse, her eyes were dull and unreadable. "It was starving," she said, voice devoid of emotion. "The poison and silver reacted quickly once it hit the bloodstream. I don’t even need to dissect it to find out. The results are obvious."