Crunch. Squish. Gulp.
The sounds coming from behind Ren were enough to make a weaker woman lose her lunch. Syris and Viper were decimating the pile of raw fish with the efficiency of industrial trash compactors. No cooking, no seasoning, just straight-up protein loading.
Ren sat by the crackling fire, her knees pulled to her chest, vigorously rubbing her arms to generate friction. The fire was warm, but the anxiety in her gut was ice cold.
She popped another Electric Blueberry into her mouth.
Zap.
Her tongue tingled, then went slightly numb. It felt like licking a 9-volt battery, but at least it distracted her from the sound of fish heads being bitten off.
She looked up at the moon. It was climbing higher. The window of opportunity was closing.
'System,' Ren pleaded internally. 'I need a plan. A real one. How do I knock out a Snake King and his strongest guard without a weapon? I need them unconscious or gone within the hour.'
