Chapter 122: Empty Vessel, Reborn Lord
Left trapped alone atop the crumbling stone Bart gritted his teeth against relentless biting pain as leftover fragments of the fleshy blob latched onto his limbs.
They crept upward slow and insidious, gnawing away at his flesh inch by agonising inch while cold corrupted energy burrowed deep into his bones.
"URGH MIMI DO NOT LOOK STAY AWAY DO NOT WATCH THIS."
Mimi's scream of pure heartbreak tore through the cramped cave. Her hands flew tight over her mouth and thick hot tears spilled unrestrained down her trembling cheeks.
"NOOO BART."
Mike echoed the desperate shout.
His wounded shoulder burned with every sharp jerky movement yet he kept one steady hand locked firm around his rifle.
He picked off every robed cultist who dared stagger back to their feet, clearing the lower ritual grounds one precise shot at a time.
