The Reaper Forest was finally quiet.
Well, as quiet as it could be after the absolute chaos that had just unfolded.
The tentacle abomination lay in a mangled heap, its massive body oozing black ichor, its severed limbs still twitching slightly as the last remnants of its unnatural life faded away.
The mercenaries and the retired soldiers are clearing up the way for the continuation of the journey, the cultist, well…. They're kneeling and praying like this is the 2nd coming of their lord, meanwhile Alvin and Vincent are arguing about who sliced the most tentacle and did the most damages.
And steve? Shivering as usual.
Darin, still reeling from everything, sat on a rock, trying to gather his thoughts.
Then he heard it.
A wet, squelching noise.
Like something tearing through flesh.
He slowly turned his head—
And nearly choked on air.
Grumble was feasting.
