It was murky, this cloud of unrelenting vision that swarmed me. The blood that flowed irrevocably over my eyes ceased in manner, and turned the world a stingy, rustic color. My footsteps pounded hard on the mush that slicked over my feet, and trough the unbearable tufts of sickly sweet humidity I found myself.
I was reborn.
They had trained me, equipped me, nay, lethally enhanced every ounce of my gratifying power.
They had offhandedly dusted their own magic of creation, and set free the foe that would bring them down.
I was their monster.
I was their Frankenstein.
And I would be back.
YOU ARE READING
Bloodrage
ActionThis will be an ongoing book (more like a novella) detailing a character I created. He won't be the last one. Enjoy!
