The Monster Domain [16]

Clinton strode toward his bastion, feeling lighter than he had in days.

His hunt had been successful, his weapons had never felt more refined in his grip, and he was finally beginning to grasp the brutal ecosystem of the Monster Domain. He was no longer just surviving; he was thriving now.

And he was somehow making it look easy.

His undead lips curled into something that would have been a grin if he still had flesh to stretch over his bones.

As he walked, he hummed an old tune from the fragments of his past life.

“Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb…”

“Mary had a little lamb, and it’s mane was white as snow…”

Clinton inclined his head, chuckling. “Is that how it went? Mane? Do lambs even have manes?”

He was carefree, he felt free, he felt powerful.

‘Ah, what a beautiful day…’ he thought, feeling at peace.

But the moment he stepped inside his bastion; the world shifted.

Bzzz!

It happened instantly.

A whisper of air, too quick, too precise.