Chapter 30: A Festering Wound (2)
Through the dark halls of the reptile house, a strange figure limped away. The showcases, once filled with snakes, now laid bare.
The limping creature was the one who had broken into them, devouring what it could while giving the rest to its clan.
With each prey, it grew bigger and stronger. Over time, it became a king.
The king of amphibians who freed the amphibians.
In mere days, it established a kingdom of sorts. It protected its clanmates from outside danger. Unlike the serpents and reptiles, it didn’t like the taste of the undead. So it just killed them.
This day was going to be the same. Some new foes appeared, but it wasn’t anything the king couldn’t handle. Or so it thought.
At the start, everything went as the king wanted. The undead were quick to die.
Its victory was assured, but then everything changed, and it was reduced to a husk.
The king had to run away.
The taste of defeat was bitter, so much so its stomach was churning. It almost felt as if something was gnawing on his insides.
The frog felt its strength wane with each step. It used what little remained to destroy the path leading to its small kingdom. As a last act of protection for its kind.