From a distance, the heat from the distant blast shimmered faintly across the field.
Farther away, near the dungeon's entrance, where the rest of the party had fallen into madness, something shifted.
One by one, the cursed adventurers stirred.
At first, it was just shallow breaths. Twitching fingers. Eyes fluttering open.
Then, confusion.
Then horror.
"Wha... what... what is this?!" one of them cried out, stumbling backward from a mangled bear corpse, mouth smeared in purple blood.
Another gagged violently and fell to his knees, vomiting into the snow. A girl screamed as she looked down at her own arm, covered in bite marks, some not even hers.
"No... no no no! What happened?!"
They cried, shook, grabbed their heads, some tearing at their hair, others clawing at their own skin. The haze lifted, and what replaced it was worse.
The memory of warm flesh.
Of hunger.
Of joy while devouring.
And now, nothing but disgust.
