Plague Effect: 「 Poisoned Water 」
The hunt was on.
Dre Klage had done what he could in terms of barricading that damned Guardian from spoiling his task at hand. The two wolves ran, causing him to pursue like a cat with a string. This was no more than a game to him, they were no more than objects to play with and break at his leisure.
You hear the thundering of heavy footfalls, an intensity that even surpasses that of an angry bear. Running. Closer. Closer. Closer.
Suddenly, as if melting into a puddle of mud, Dre Klage’s body seeps into the earth. You can feel a shadow at your heels, the vibrations of chomping teeth nearly grabbing your paws as you sprint.
And then silence.
You no longer feel like you’re being hunted for sport, but it’s best you don’t stop to look back.
