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Whilst the queen was gracefully rising from her slumber, the Venator however remained asleep. Face still buried in the pillow beside, giving Sarah a glance of the many scars that mapped his backside…
As well as the tainted flesh upon his shoulder, traces of his mutations…
As he ascending, clawing his way to the surface, the need for air becomes greater with each passing second. He would feel his lungs scream for it as he swam faster and faster to break the surface.
And it's as he did and gasped in that first breath of air did the pungent --
sin. Every failure. Every defilement and carved its judgement into his very bones, his being.
There were no Ionian spirits here, no Yone. No Ahri. No Kindred. Just the blood red eye that felt nothing but contempt towards him, his people, their existence. A hated that went --
As realization of the resilient nature of his foe, it would sense a uneasy begin to touch the ronin. Glimpsing the fleeting desire of flight take hold in his gaze as he looked for an exit. A growl rose from it's elongated, neck. There would be no escape...
It lunged forward, --
would see something in those wild, pale eyes. A look of something, was it regret? Was it horror? He would not know before everything went black and he died.
Or so he believed. For he would awake, not in a forest, or with any injury. No Rowan either. He was alone, beneath the --
The creature was relentless in its hold, jagged teeth tearing through leather and chain mail. It shook its head aggressively like a wild dog, pinning a clawed hand on the Witcher’s chest.
It was only with the flash of Axii did the creature rear back, a touch of fear in its --
“SEEETTH….”
It repeats, its words slurring as elongated, bony talons slammed against the earth. A singular, pale eye gazing upon the half beast with an almost predatory glare.
It’s head twisting, twitching as its jaws unhinge to reveal jagged teeth spearing out of its --
mouth. A wretched, inhuman scream rising from its stretched throat, a tormented wail that etched itself into the pit boss’s very bones, in his blood. That this thing that stood before him was of something ancient and foul.
He hasn’t a second to register the thought.
The --
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