Zakar opened his eyes to a haze of smoke and blood. His chest rose and fell sharply, and for a moment he thought he was dreaming. The taste of iron coated his tongue, and his lungs burned as though fire had been poured into them. He looked at his trembling hands, blinking in disbelief.
"I'm… I'm alive?" he whispered. But his own voice felt hollow, lost, drowned out by a heavier, darker sound echoing in his skull.
His fingers twitched unnaturally. His head jerked to the side without his consent. Every movement felt detached, as if his body were a puppet and invisible strings pulled him at will.
"No… what is this?" Panic flared through him. He tried to resist, tried to command his legs to still, but his body advanced like a beast on the prowl.
[ Murderous Intent: 72% ]
[ Cannibalistic Nature: Confirmed ]
[ Death Mode: Initialized]
Zakar's lips parted, screaming, "No… No! Stop it!" But what came out wasn't words. It was a guttural roar that shook the walls.
"Roarr!!! Grghhh!!"
