DORULL STORIES - SERVANTS OF THE PRIMEVAL ROT
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CHAPTER 4
When he regained his senses, Vindal was surprised to find out he was now in the middle of the jungle. And although he had no idea how, he was marching in a steady pace, following a group of his former Sumen friends. But they weren’t that anymore. What exactly they've become, he did not know. Not that it even mattered. Vindal felt great. Surely better than ever before. The white liquid coursing through his body, gave him entirely new life.
“Wh..ere?” Vindal asked the nearest of his companions.
Somehow that was the only word he was allowed to say.
“Tom…en vi…llag…e.” his companion answered in a similarly troubling manner.
Vindal just nodded, continuing his journey in silence. The journey that wasn’t going to last for much longer, for he already could see the shapes of the fishermen’s village. They must’ve been marching for half a day. But how was that even possible? How did he do that, when he was unconscious? And why were they here?
His surprise was even greater, when he realized his own body was giving him the answer to that particular question. At first his nose, as it caught the scent of a child, hastily fleeing from the village. And then his stomach, informing him it approves of this prey.
Vindal promptly turned after him, leaving the village behind. He could hear the bloodbath had already begun. But he did not care. He had his target in sight. He allowed it to run away from there, as he followed from a distance. He hoped it would go far. Because he wanted it only for himself.
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