Chapter 375: Wang Lun
Eyes closed, Dasha allowed himself to drift into the realm of imagination, where he could almost feel the chaos he had orchestrated. The potions he had sold to Heng and Shaoruo were at full throttle. The transformations had taken effect and now...
He imagined it.
He imagined the strongest of them tearing through the fighters. He imagined a werewolf seeing Dürr outside the Dark Tower. The beast turned its gaze on him and chose him to be its next death. The next mutation.
Dürr tried to draw his sword, but the creature was upon him in an instant. Claws raked across his arm, and he screamed in pain as flesh and muscle were torn away. He ran. He kept running. He was slammed. Tackled. Nearly killed.
Dürr scrambled to his feet, clutching his injured arm. Blood poured from the wound and he ran. He had no choice but to run, to survive. Somehow, he outpaced them. He grew faster and faster, a strange feeling coiling in his belly. He should be dead. He should! How could he live when stronger men were dying?
That was what was going through his head. Yes, Dasha was certain of it.
BOOM!
The building Dasha stood on wobbled and shook. Perhaps it was the fire?
No. No, it was not.
"Here he is."
BOOM!