The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 40

It was the third day after going back here in Grezsatly. This day was Tate's free day and was in fact our exploration day. I actually had so many names for it on my mind. It was our throwback day when I remembered we were little kids when we last explored a place unexplored.

Those tall pine trees surrounded the place as we ran and they were so tall it almost reached the sky as she stared into it. Instead from skyscrapers, I saw tall trees.

The air sticked on my face, they were like fairies flying around to play with me—it looked impossible, though, but that was what I was feeling. I smiled and it was so cool and fresh and relaxing. When I was thinking about things, a daydream, the place had grasses that were so sharp and long it made my legs so itchy. We had been going up for three hours, I think. And I kept on asking him where we would go and if we were there or even when but he wasn't really answering me. I told him I would leave him but he would only give me a glance saying that I couldn't. He perfectly knew me.

I couldn't funnily resist it, so I stopped from running. I bowed my head down, then rolled my pants and reached my legs then scratched it as fast and hard as I could. It was when I saw a white and a strange mollusk that was on my skin. And what was worse was a crack-like thing on my skin, as if it was a crushed window.

I shrieked and grimaced as I looked closer. Tate spun to look at me, kneeling on the ground with his mouth grimaced. He knelt down.

"What the heck is this?" I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"This is dangerous," he whispered then went away going to a tree. I watched him as he grabbed a big leaf from the tree then came back beside me. "It's a white slug that has venom and can infect your cells in as fast as five minutes," he explained.

"What can we do? Can I sip back its venom?" I asked, watching as Tate take out the slimy and white slug from my left leg using the leaf he took.

"I'm not sure, but we have to try," he replied.

I was thinking about the prospect when I would sip it back. On the first side, I was dying; on the other one, rejoicing. I stared down at my own leg almost full of slime and still with cracks. I licked my lips then started to bend down my head. I sipped and inhaled deeply as I tried to sip back the mollusk's venom. I tasted something inside my mouth, it was like a slime.

It was entering my mouth, and I was careful enough not to swallow it. And there was another thing I was doing, maintaining my balance from the slope since my back faced the lower part.

I didn't breathe and still persisted in sipping. Finally, there wasn't slime anymore that was entering my mouth, and so I stopped from doing it then took those retched it out.

"How does it taste?" Alex jokingly asked, with a smirk plastered on his face.

"Why won't you taste it?" I asked at the same time I sticked my tongue and screamed because I was eager to find anything that could help me remove the aftertaste.

We both stood up, then continued hiking on the slope with my tongue tasting every last bad taste of the slime. My leg was better now and the crack thing was gone.

The farther we got, the more beautiful the place was.

I gasped as I looked to see the clear sky, and the sun shining down upon our faces. There was nothing that was as the same level as the mountain, not even the tall trees. I felt so happy and so joyous as I jogged forward to explore the whole place.

I went to the edge of the place, looked down to see the trees beneath the mountain. I was so speechless and overwhelmed.
I glanced at Tate who was behind me several feet away. I sent him a grateful grin because like I said, I couldn't speak.

I returned my glance at the world. I outstretched my hands and felt like a god guarding her world—anyone who went there definitely felt the same way I felt. The mountain was just so freaking high, even higher than the highest mountain in the world. That had to be sarcastically taken.