Chapter 11: Truly A Monster
Thump-thump!
Christopher's stomach growled, a rumbling testament to his gnawing hunger. He scanned his surroundings, the dense forest canopy filtering the already dim light into an eerie twilight.
He was utterly lost, a disorienting reality that settled uncomfortably in his gut. 'How did I even get here?' He wondered, his mind a blank slate regarding his recent past.
"I need food." he muttered, the words barely audible above the rustling leaves. He glanced around nervously. "But where? Hunting Beasts is risky. The smell of blood and fire will attract unwanted attention." The thought of becoming prey himself sent a shiver down his spine.
BANG! BOOM!
Christopher's ears perked up.
"Those are sounds of fighting." He realized, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He hesitated for a moment, weighing the potential danger against his desperate need for sustenance, but the growling in his stomach made the decision for him.
Christopher took a deep breath and started running towards the source of the commotion, careful to keep to the shadows.
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He arrived at a small clearing, the scene before him a chaotic ballet of motion and magic.
"Huh?" he breathed, his eyes wide with surprise.