Out (2)
A nightcrawler, approximately one meter in length, approached the lifeless body laying on the ground. The aroma of blood and flesh drove it mad with excitement, visible by the wild flicking of its tongue.
Just as it was about to sink its teeth into the flesh and start its feast, its head was pierced. Fast and out of nowhere. The nightcrawler died without knowing how.
Concealed in the darkness Damon was still sitting beside the cold body of Tracey. He was trembling and his heartbeat seemed erratic.
'I just wanted to goof around, level up and have fun. Yet I find myself once again killing people,' Damon felt depressed by the turn of events. Yes, he had killed a cursed one, which had also been a human, but he had convinced himself that it had been for the greater good.
This time however he had done so to eliminate possible dangers in the future. Just before killing Tracey, he had been torn between two choices, both inspired by web novels he had read.