213 The Demon's Prey

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Thomas yelled as he went past the flaps of leather in a full sprint, a thin layer of life essence around his legs. "What the fuck was that? What the hell? By the Goddess…Fuck!" He ran alongside rusted-over minecart tracks that stretched across a wide passageway. The rugged stone ceiling was held up with rotting wooden supports, evenly space apart. He tripped over forgotten pickaxes and levers and dashed around minecarts.

An ear-piercing screech echoed. He couldn't help but glance at the passageway's entrance, where a figure stood illuminated by the faint light crystals in the walls. The aura around his body was the same color as the fresh blood dripping from his arm. Gregen licked his fingers clean before rubbing them on his compound eyes.