Chapter 9: What If I Was Never Yours?
– Blood (15 units)
Corven wiped his mouth, grimacing as he spat a thin stream of tainted blood onto the mossy ground.
"The flavor... it absolutely reeks," he muttered, voice cold and dry, his lips curling in disgust.
A metallic rot lingered on his tongue—like rusted iron soaked in swamp water. Not just unpleasant. Foul. Sickening.
He glanced around, his crimson eyes narrowing.
"I wonder where these things are coming from..."
Moving quickly now, he stalked the shadows like a wraith, retracing the paths of the corpses he’d felled earlier. His feet glided over the damp forest floor with practiced grace, ears twitching at even the subtlest changes in the air.
Then—another disturbance.
A sharp shift in pressure.
More sounds.
More corpses, dragging their ruined bodies through the trees.
He moved again, fluid as a shadow slipping between tree trunks. This new group—two again—emerged just behind the route taken by the previous batch.