Chapter 115 - Where the Horn Grows
Tave and Panpan stepped out from behind the trees, their boots crunching lightly over the underbrush as they entered a part of the forest where the trees grew more sparsely. Yet this wasn’t the place where the swamp hydra lurked.
Because... Just ahead, a large boulder stood, and slumped against it was a figure, bloodied and battered, barely clinging to life.
Not far from the wounded figure, another shape emerged from the shadows. A massive shadow wolf, its piercing eyes watching silently as it took a seated position, almost like a sentinel.
Tave allowed himself a faint smile as he walked closer to the dying figure. The demon’s black armor was cracked and bloodied, and a single horn jutted from the right side of his forehead.
"You bastards..." the demon growled, his voice raw. "Rot in the deepest, darkest pit of the Abyss!"
"Still got that mouth on you," Tave said coolly. "Not bad for someone half-dead."
"You think you’ve won something?" the demon barked, coughing. "You’ve done nothing. Cut off one limb, and ten more grow in its place."
"Sounds familiar," Tave muttered. "Didn’t the last one say the same thing before we burned him alive?"
"We’re everywhere," the demon snapped. "We’re the tide that never stops rising. You think you’re special? You’re insects."
Tave took a slow step forward. "Then why do you sound so desperate?"
"I’m not desperate," the demon hissed. "I’m pissed. You think this ends with me? This is just the beginning. The real ones, the true ones, they’re coming. And when they do, you’ll scream for death."