Chapter 188: A Glimpse of the Future
Three n ran through the streets of a ruined city in the dead of night, their path only illuminated by the light of the full moon, which cast a deep purple light across the world instead of its usual white.
Buildings had collapsed and been reduced to rubble, colossal sword marks drawn across their bodies as if they were re stalks of Bamboo cut down by a master swordsman.
Corpses were strewn across the streets, hanging from lamp posts, crushed into past inside giant footprints in tarmac or charred to a crisp.
Dozens of shadows moved in the darkness behind these n as they desperately scrambled to safety. But such a thing was not easily achieved.
Another shadow descended from the sky, slamming down in front of them and crushing a car beneath it in the process. The shadow moved, lunging towards the three n in a ss of twisted limbs that defied logic.
It had multiple mouths, one of which grew vertically from the chest, and two digitigrade hind legs that split into four total at the knees. Dozens of arms, each tipped with wicked claws, grew from its body in all sorts of places, including from what used to be eye sockets causing the creature to hold its orange, slitted eyeballs like they were the eye-stalks of a slug.
All in all its body was an inconsistent mixture of fat and stick thin, with matted and dirty white fur growing in patches from its black and rotten looking skin.
It was not a creature that belonged to their world, at least not anymore. The only hints of what it used to be was a sparkly pink, rhinestone collar around its bone thin neck that had a tag reading ’Princess’.
Princess opened the mouth in its chest as a tendril like tongue whipped out and shot towards the n. The man in the lead imdiately turned, diving into the one behind him and tackling him to the ground. But before he could even try to help the third man, the tongue speared through his chest.
The dieval styled armour he was wearing was useless to stop it, as it pierced cleanly through the plate mail, crumpling it like tin foil, before bursting out his chest. The speared man coughed up a mouthful of blood, before his eyes started to glow a bright orange.
The speared man shared one last look with his leader, a look of understanding, forgiveness and guilt, before the speared man was dragged back to the twisted abomination. His body disappearing into the chest mouth just as flas started to gather around his body.
The twisted creature turned towards the remaining two and started to advance slowly, however it barely made it three steps before its chest started to glow brightly. A second later, its torso exploded in a dazzling plu of roaring orange flas.
Its victims final attack from beyond the grave. Pieces of its twisted at splattered across the road, black blood painting the faces of the surviving n, as the colossal twisted body collapsed to the ground and a small leech squird out of the gaping hole left in the creatures body.
It screeched in displeasure, imdiately locking its eyes onto the n and shot towards them, wriggling with renewed vigour as it gnashed its circular mouth in hunger. However a mont later it too exploded, when it was struck by a bolt of sickly green energy launched from the leader’s hand.
Wasting no ti, the leader glanced down the road that they had co, and at the small army of monstrous abominations running after them. He was sure that he could have outrun them all, but then he saw it.
In the light of the flas dying flas, there was a glint of gold from atop the back of one of the shadows. At that mont, the leader understood that there was only one way they were getting out of here alive.
He took the bag from his back and shoved it into the hands of the man he had saved.
"Go. Take it and get out of here." He demanded, rising to his feet and turning to face the oncoming army.
"W-what? Jason... You can’t. You are much more important to the resistance. I’m just... I’m useless. I can’t take-
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