The Blue One

"Phew..." Clyde sighed. He looked up at the dark, overcast sky.

"I've lost count."

He had killed enough Wendigos that he had forgotten how many he had killed.

Clyde started walking again. The day is getting late but time is still very long for today.

And his hunger still makes him anxious. Occasionally Clyde would get hungry even when he was fighting Wendigos.

So he has to eat while swinging his sword. That's actually not a problem because Clyde can still do it well. But still, it's annoying.

But all of that worried him. Even though he was sure he could fight the Wendigos, Clyde had to face the hunger that haunted him.

Hunger is like a silent cold-blooded killer. Who always watches behind his back and strikes at any moment.

The moment when Clyde runs out of food, hunger will succeed in sticking the dagger into him.

'This is bad. How am I supposed to deal with this?'