Chapter 122

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Two

Debris skittered under Connor’s boots as he backed away from the approaching snake creature. In the glow stick light, the thing took on an unnatural, jerky movement like a bad animation or the product of a strobing blacklight.

Then the monster picked up speed, slithering over the clumps and slabs of concrete material that left a trail of visual artifacts.

Before Connor could get to the flat of the floor, the thing struck, its breath a hot and withering blast reminiscent of corrupt, gangrenous flesh that induced gagging.

Only an instinctive sword slash and twist of the torso saved his life.

Still, teeth raked over armor, and the impact knocked him back several meters.

Connor tucked his limbs and head in tight and rolled, but the rubble was unforgiving, scraping exposed flesh and tearing through cloth.

He tumbled to his feet and staggered, barely managing to keep his balance.

The snake didn’t let up, closing and snapping.