Here's a sneak peek from chapter 2 from The Alchemist Forge. If this was replicated with humans it probably would be in the horror genre because I gave myself the chills while writing this scene. Should I illustrate every chapter in The Alchemist Forge or just occasionally? Anywho here's the scene:
The wind stopped suddenly, and an eerie silence descended on the landscape. Syber pressed on step by step, noticing a few more husks scattered here and there. There was a strange sound far behind him, and he instinctually froze with apprehension. He took a step forward, and heard it again, closer this time. Syber bolted without thinking, running for the nearest cover he could find. He ducked behind a large pile of ash and rubble. He peered around its edge to see what was making that noise, and found himself looking directly at one blazing green eye off in the distance.
Terrified that the thing would notice him, he ducked back behind the pile and found himself face to face with a husk, the faceplate of its armor falling off of its head and into his lap. Syber let out a horrified shriek, but stopped when he heard the breathing of the creature directly behind the pile of bodies he was hiding in.
"Play dead! Play dead!" He whispered to himself under his breath, his body going rigid with fear. He felt his core pulsing within his chest, its heat making him terrified that whatever was out there could sense his inner glow. There was a scratching sound from the top of the pile, and a few bits of rusting husks crumbled and fell into his face. He could hear the raspy breaths it took, as it brought in oxygen to fuel its core. It had to be a mortarin, but something about it was primal and terrifying.
The thing rustled through the pile, sounding like it was turning to leave, and Syber let out a sigh of relief. It was dead silent for a second, before it popped its face over the pile and let out an eerie, ghostly shriek, a drop of its mercury saliva dripping onto his face.
The sound Syber heard next was one he could barely believe came from his own chest as he let loose a scream so loud the pile of bodies shook for a moment.
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The Art of the Valdt 6
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