Chapter 39: My Student, My Weakness
A formless mass of flesh and tentacles, half-buried beneath the arid earth. Only enormous appendages emerged, slithering across the surface, ready to strike the unwary. A low, almost imperceptible rumble vibrated through the air, seeping into my bones. This low-frequency howl wasn’t just a sound—it was a trap, an invisible call that blurred the senses, sowed doubt and confusion.
Then, a movement. Slow, relentless.
The tentacles tightened around an invisible prey, crushing the air with a force that gave me a grim preview of what would happen to anyone caught.
It was there, lurking beneath our feet, and it was waiting.
But my plan was already in motion.
Opening the blood flask, I clumsily mimicked a Sharok, trying to take control with as much finesse as possible. It wasn’t perfect—far from it—but I was counting on a bit of luck.
Under my clumsy influence, the poor blood creature trotted toward the beast, unaware of the fate awaiting it. Immediately, enormous appendages rose and crashed down on it, grabbing it with relentless strength.
Focusing as much as I could, I solidified the blood, letting the beast drag its helpless prey toward its gaping maw. When it swallowed it in one gulp, I gradually released my grip and then felt the liquid spread through its entrails.
"Well... now we wait thirty minutes."
Suddenly, a detail struck me. I had nothing to measure time.
"Another thing I’ll need to buy," I thought with a hint of annoyance.