The Zorath made the walls appear and disappear, over and over again, moving his hands as if he were conducting a macabre orchestra. He did all this with a smile of satisfaction and ecstasy on his face. The blood pouring from Morgan's body stained everything around him. It was in that very moment when the Zorath raised both hands to the air and, with a voice full of joy, exclaimed:
It's time for the grand finale!
Once again, he thrust Morgan's body upwards with great force, but above him, another wall had already appeared, fast as a storm, coming towards him with immense speed, hitting him with even more fury. Morgan was slammed back to the ground with absurd force, and beneath him, another wall awaited him, with four sharp spikes, ready to impale him. And so it was… Morgan's body was pierced by those spikes, embedding his flesh into the wall.
The Zorath, with a delirious expression on his face, lifted the wall that had Morgan impaled on it and set him upright, approaching him slowly. He examined his body with a macabre fascination, as though studying a new, unique species.
I must say, you surprised me at first, but well… this result was inevitable.
(Said the Zorath in a cold, almost disinterested voice.)
I still have doubts about what to do with you… You're definitely a strange creature… What should I do with you, huh?
(Said the Zorath in a grotesque, almost childish manner.)
Suddenly, the Zorath's gaze fell upon the blood dripping from Morgan's body. A flash of curiosity sparkled in his eyes. Slowly, he brought his face closer to Morgan's side and inhaled deeply.
Upon doing so, the Zorath suddenly jumped, losing his balance. He fell to the ground. His face was flushed, his eyes wide, and he began to pant as if something had consumed him from the inside, entering a state of total ecstasy.
This smell! This smell!
(Said the Zorath, panting, almost unable to contain himself.)
I've never, never smelled anything like this.
He struggled to his feet and tried to approach Morgan again, but something had changed in his demeanor. Now, he kept his distance as if Morgan had become something forbidden, almost divine.
We… all of us smell the same. Our blood has the same scent, no matter our race. Only the human race had a different scent, a scent… delicious, exquisite to us. But your blood… Your blood smells so… so sweet!
The Zorath reached out his hand, attempting to touch Morgan, but immediately withdrew it, as if what he was touching had become dangerous, something forbidden to him.
So sweet!
(Said the Zorath in a whisper, as if speaking to himself.)
No, no… Mother must try this first. No one else but her must try this first.
(Said the Zorath, struggling with himself and his desire.)
But… but it's so irresistible...
The Zorath moved closer to one of Morgan's arms and, once again, inhaled deeply, falling into total ecstasy.
I know I shouldn't, but… but just a little… Just a little.
(Said the Zorath, excited, panting uncontrollably.)
He slowly opened his mouth, saliva dripping from it, extending his tongue towards Morgan's bleeding arm, but just as he was about to taste the blood, Morgan's tail moved swiftly, trapping his arm with brutal force. Surprised, the Zorath looked up and saw Morgan. With a terrifying smile on his face, Morgan said, in a cold, terrifying voice:
I've got you.
Grotesquely, Morgan detached himself from the spikes that had impaled him and, with a fierce leap, pounced on the Zorath. Both fell to the ground, but Morgan quickly climbed onto his back and, with terrible precision, locked him in a chokehold, squeezing with all his strength.
The Zorath began to feel the air escape him, and in desperation, tried to throw Morgan off using all his strength. But the force Morgan exerted was too much.
You know, it's true that the human body is physically weak… but if you push it to the limit, if you corner it to the point where it feels its life is in danger… there will be an adrenaline rush that will make it do impossible things. It will cling to life at any cost, no matter the price. And you… you've pushed this body to the limit, where it will fight for its life until the very last second to prevail.
(Morgan spoke with a terrifying look in his eyes while struggling to breathe due to the pressure.)
So, tell me… who will fall first? Will I run out of strength before you suffocate, or will it be you who suffocates before I run out of strength? I don't know… But we'll find out.
The Zorath, terrified, saw Morgan's gaze, and when he tried to use his only free hand to attack the wound in his side, he saw that the wound was already gone, there was no trace of blood.
Morgan, with a malevolent grin, began to laugh maniacally.
Hahahaha!
(Said Morgan with a proud laugh.)
I know what you were going to do… but this is courtesy of my species. Which is capable of regenerating damaged organs...
(Said Morgan, smiling proudly.)
The Zorath, desperate, screamed in fury and impotence. His scream was so loud it froze the blood of the humans hidden in the stables, who were watching in horror as the two wild beasts fought. It was then that the Zorath screamed with all his might:
KARMA! MODE TRANSITION!
And then, Morgan and the Zorath were swallowed by the blood covering the ground. The Zorath's hand began to glow with an intense red light. The tattoo on his hand changed shape, expanding into a cube, with grotesque and strange shapes emerging from its faces.
Morgan released the Zorath and jumped quickly, while the Zorath's body was completely submerged in the blood. That same blood rose, forming a perfect cube around them.
Morgan looked around, but the darkness was absolute. He could only hear a distorted voice echoing from all directions.
Karma, transition mode… eternal sarcophagus!
END OF CHAPTER.
Next chapter: "The one who sees without using eyes."