• The One Who Fought a Squid (1)

Huffs of heavy breaths kept pushing out of his lungs, his boots stomping on damp patches of moss, while his wielding hand pulled the corrupted sword alongside him.

Deremiah sprinted up the hill like a mad man. He pushed his way past the giant glowing mushrooms, their lights blurred his peripheral vision, but he sped through like he was unable to stop.

He ignored the heavy pounding of his heart, all he could think of was that Elora had been taken. If she was going to die, it wasn't going to be by some monster. It would be by his hand, nothing else.

Brushing past glowing ferns and thick clusters of luminescent stalks, he was forced to a sudden halt. Deremiah's eyes widened as he took one step backwards, staring at the sight above.

Elora was suspended in the air, high above him with the NeonSquid's translucent tentacle wrapped tightly around her waist, dangling her body like a marionette as she groaned angrily.