Battle of The Lowest (2)
What the hell was that?!
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(Orion POV)
Early in the morning, I felt a thick scent of blood grab ahold of my sinuses as if they were trying to claw their way inside of me themself.
A nostalgic queasy feeling sat in my stomach, waiting to ambush the rest of my body once I had stepped onto the moist and damp soil.
I could already see the stains of blood-forming on my armor and coat, like a layer of sedimentary to protect me from any outside forces.
"*sigh*... This is bad… We have to get there faster," I muttered as the bloodlust injected itself into my own limbs.
If we waited too long, I might just end up becoming a puppet for my bloodlust and a vessel for my killing intent… and the pain of it eating me from the inside out was too much.
"You good? You're sweating a bit too much… Do you maybe have a fever?" Bella asked as she served me some meat and potato soup