The Kelonian woman stared at the grey-skinned abomination, mouth agape.
"No…"
The creature took a step forward and began to slowly approach her.
Fearfully, the woman took a step back.
'Why… Why didn't you just seal the entrance earlier? You f*cking idiot!'
Cursing herself inwardly, she couldn't help but lament her earlier actions.
Sadly, there was no medicine for regret.
It was then that the woman noticed something.
The monster's claws were marred with a viscous red liquid… And she knew exactly what it was.
Blood.
Her dead companion's blood.
Pieces of pink flesh and fragments of white bone stuck to the grey razor-like claws.
It was as if her companion was put through a meatgrinder.
However, that might not be too far from the truth.
…And that same fate soon awaited her.
Between the alarms sounding in her head and the fear gripping her heart, the black-haired woman only knew one thing.