The Gameverse

LEVEL FIFTEEN

The dust settled inside the cave. Thirteen of the fifteen members of the Forsythe guild team that had come to help Cole were dead.

No surprise there.

Matthias looked round the room, his guild members either ripped apart or smashed to red spots on the ground. The disappointed look in his eyes said it all. Apart from him and Elise, everyone else was obliterated.

And that bastard Cole didn't even blink. They hadn't even really wounded the giant, and they didn't care that people had died because Cole wanted help in return before he would help them translate the rune.

Because of a stupid piece of rock with some scribbles on it, Annalise was dead.

What would the rune even do anyway? The higher ups kept it secret even tho he and his team did all the crunch work. Pointlessness was everywhere these days. He was getting very tired of it all.

A crash sounded from somewhere up ahead. Matthias glanced in that direction lazily, not intending to get involved. There was a huge cloud of dust hovering where the giant's arm fell to the ground, obscuring everything beyond a few feet.

Staring at that point for ten minutes, with nothing happening, made Matthias cringe involuntarily. Something about the silence made his hackles rise. There was an ominous feel to the atmosphere in the cave, and his gut told him to scram before he ended up dead.

Matthias re-equipped his LORATI MACE, and stalked over to the dust cloud. Suddenly, he could hear the buzzing. It was deep, low.

Evil.

Something about the sound just didn't feel right. Not the kind of thing that you would want to hear on your birthday.

Three figures became slightly visible in the haze, moving slowly out of the sense cloud of dirt.

"Cole?" Matthias called calmly, even though his arms were shaking like maracas.

Two gleaming red eyes glared through the dust, holding Matthias' gaze. The other two figures were suddenly tossed out of the cloud, landing messily on the ground behind him. Turning his attention back to the figure left standing ahead of him, he took another step closer.

The hand shot out like a bullet, glancing past the mace and grabbing Matthias by the neck. Frozen in fear and shock, the disoriented Matthias couldn't even struggle.

The mysterious person slowly pulled on the fleshy neck in front of it, gradually ripping it off it's bearings on the broad shoulders attached to it. With a gasp and a gurgle of silent pain, the human passed into a different plane of existence as it's spinal cord drew itself after the head it had no choice but to be attached to.

The bloody mess of a head was pale, frozen in a scream. The unknown had awoken it, and it was hungry.