The corrupted beast's body lay still, a steaming mass of twisted muscle and shattered bone. Its blood a sickly, iridescent black which slowly pooled beneath it while burning small holes into the forest floor. A corrupted corpse that still twitched, like it hadn't yet realized it was dead.
Gin stayed where he had collapsed. Exhausted, battered.
His body, this beastly wolf body that had long since passed the threshold of endurance, refused to move. His breathing came slow, dragging, edged with the rasp of pain. Every heartbeat throbbed through his limbs like a drumbeat calling out his limits.
But even now… he couldn't rest.
The silence after the storm always brought questions louder than any roar.
