I shoot up from my makeshift bed in the temporary camp I set up near the edge of Jura Forest. Suddenly, pain erupts in my chest, and smoke rises from my body. I can feel it trying to seize control of me. Trying to exploit my moment of weakness, to wreak havoc and return to its master.
But I can’t let that happen.
This tug-of-war continues as the pain intensifies, sharp and relentless. Then, just as suddenly, it stops. It decides to let go for now, but I can still feel it, lurking—watching me, like a hawk, waiting for the next opportunity to strike.
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A sneak peek for the coming chapter, which will be quite soon. So don't worry I am still cooking.
Peace ✌︎︎.