Chapter: 632

Before it, as if it was some kind of show or spectacle, or even a barbaric ritual, a smaller lizard waited. Shivering before its maker.

Meanwhile, many other lizards were bringing the red fruits into the cave, however there was no stockpile here – only the shivering lizard in the middleand the fat queen slug.

One by one, a red fruit was brought to the smaller lizard, and placed on its body. The red fruits would burst and send a growth of red solid mould over its skin as the creature cooed and twitched helplessly from the pain.

The other lizards worked quickly as they added more fruit, and in no time, the creature slowly began to resemble a red rock as all of its body was covered.

The lizard died but the vile fruit was ready to consume, seasoned with blood.

Jay thought it seemed almost like an evil ritual or perhaps some witches spell, but as he watched on, he realised it was quite different, although just as wretched.

The large bloated lizard rolled forward, and after a few sniffs, it began to clamp its jaws onto the red rock and break off chunks.

This was the most grotesque part, as the red fruit rock had a soft inner core: lizard flesh. Sometimes the red rock would tear away chunks of flesh with it; as it shattered, so did the creature it encased.

While the queen was feeding, the other lizards would covertly crawl up to her with their mouths open – the puss filled sacks on the queen would grow and burst on their faces, their open jaws receiving a snack as well as a thick coating of the disgusting sticky liquid.

Jay had seen enough. He ended the host skill with a disgusted look on his face, holding back the urge to vomit.

He folded his arms and looked back at the skeletons in the desert, and said “I should have just sat here and watched the skeletons… some things cannot be unseen…” he shivered for a moment as he instantly recalled it.

“I just had to have a damn look…” He shook his head.

Shortly after, his eyes drifted back to the skittering movements of sand going in and out of the burrows all along the desert; a shiver trailing up his spine.

“How many of these fucking things are there?


~North of Jay, Southern Losla Forests~

A mage hunter was standing near a bloody rock, using a communication crystal, he was relaying information back to his commander.

The rock itself seemed to be practically drowned in blood, as if a titan had slit its wrist and drained it’s life out onto it.

The mage hunter couldn’t help but stare at it as held the crystal.

This was a lone mage hunter from a group of five, as the others had split off in different directions as they searched the south and south-east areas of the Losla forests.

As a mage hunter, he had seen his fair share of blood from slaying monsters in dungeons himself, some dungeons filled with rivers of blood after armies of soldiers, mage hunters and adventurers worked together to conquer them – but outside of dungeons, it was unusual to see such a greusome display of death, and to anyone else – anyone but a mage hunter – it would have made them uncomfortable, to say the least.

Combined with the eerie quietness of the surrounding woods, it would have made anyone feel a little tense.

There was something about knowing that you would soon leave a dungeon which left all anxiety about it behind. The horrors within couldn’t leave. You could sleep with a sense of safety.

Of course the outside world had its fair share of horrors, but were much rarer, and it seemed he had stumbled across one…

“Number two reporting. I found a large flat rock surrounded and covered in pools of blood. No corpses or tracks away from it. Just blood. Too much blood. Still liquid.”