Chapter 14: The thorn that bites back
I didn't sleep.
I couldn't.
The cocoon of roots I'd wrapped around my core pulsed like a dying heartbeat. I sat still; buried beneath soil, shrouded in my own limbs, listening. Feeling. Waiting for any sudden movement.
The Gorehowl Vurm circled.
Not constantly. Not directly. But close enough that every hour, the earth trembled with its pass. It didn't forget me. It was toying with me, trying to make me rot in my own fear.
If I had lips, I would be smiling darkly.
'Good, great, perfect!'
'Look down on me, underestimate me, disdain me bastard. Do it, and I promise you, it'll be your bane, the certainty of your downfall!'
Something inside me had snapped.
Being underestimated by the enemy to me was an advantage. But still, something snapped due to being toyed with.
I wasn't afraid anymore. I was angry.