The world was red.
Everything within sight was stained crimson.
Rational thought flickered, teetering on the edge of breaking entirely.
The stench of blood invaded my nostrils, and the suffocating bloodlust crawled over my skin like an unwelcome parasite.
A voice whispered in my ear.
It urged me to take my sword and strike them down.
To slaughter the enemies before meâmercilessly, ruthlessly.
To sink my fangs into their throats.
To wash myself in their blood and quench my thirst with it.
I let out a short, mocking laugh.
âDo I look insane to you?â
Killing them? Fine, that much I could accept.
Whether it was brutal or clean didnât matterâthe end result was the same.
But what? Bite into a Rage Howler, shower in its blood, and drink it?
âDisgusting. That reeks of rotten meat already.â@@novelbin@@
Besides, these monsters lived by devouring humans.
Maybe there werenât many humans wandering this far into the unknown, so they might have other food sources.
But really, what could they possibly eat in this damp, gloomy cave?
Probably cockroach-like creatures or something equally vile.
And I was supposed to drink their blood?
âWho knows whatâs mixed in that filth.â
At best, itâd give me food poisoning. At worst, it could be poisonous.
The academy drilled this lesson into us for a reasonâno matter how hungry you are, never eat monster meat.
Even Blue Crabs barely passed the Food Safety Bureauâs standards.
I narrowed my eyes as the Rage Howlers cautiously backed away.
âHmm. But I donât like that theyâre trying to run.â
I was just getting started.
âCome to think of it, these bastards have strong pack instincts and maternal bonds, donât they?â
Perfect.
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