chapter1
The wind whispered through the brittle bones of the dead trees.
Zarol carried Arsham in his claws.
Every slight movement of the monster's massive body
sent a deep ache through Arsham's bones,
as though his body were splintering from the inside out.
Moving was a mistake.
So he simply watched.
The path ahead.
The place Zarol was taking him.
But that land...
looked less like a forest
and more like a festering wound.
The trees were twisted and lifeless,
standing like corpses that death itself had forgotten.
The earth beneath the monsters' feet was dark and suffocating,
as though it had been washed in blood countless times.
The heavy scent of damp soil hung in the air,
making every breath a struggle.
Strands of Arsham's gray hair had fallen across his eyes.
But he didn't even have the strength to brush them aside.
Then—
Zarol stopped.
His enormous body tensed.
His breathing slowed...
yet somehow grew heavier.
His claws tightened ever so slightly around Arsham.
And that hungry stare...
had become even more ravenous.
Something was wrong.
No.
Something far worse than wrong.
Danger.
