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Draugur · 1/3/2026, 3:25 PM

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The air grew more dense, thick and painful as Draugur's breathing became more and more shallow. Eyes would narrow, his mind fighting the instinctual panic that his body began to deliver him. He'd never ... felt this way before. This level of unease and panic was new to him — this threat of death. In all the times that he had killed those lesser than him ... he had never gotten to experience what it was like on the other side of the coin.

The being that had once been visible now dissipated into an engulfing mist around him. It felt like whatever foul creature had emerged from the earth had become the earth ... the air ... his very breath.

The foreign words spun through his mind, clogging his senses and causing his head to bloom with a powerful headache. Draugur's eyes would shut, the poison burning him. His vision became more and more blurry as his paws wavered beneath him ... his stomach and throat hot with acid.

He hardly processed what was happening when the tendrils of the earth erupted from beneath him. Barbed vines, thorns as sharp as razors, found purchase over his back. Pain shot through him, and the boy, now just a boy, would release a screech as the rear half of his body was impossibly dragged beneath the earth below him. Blood seeped from his wounds, ichor mixing with grime as the earth attempted to imbibe upon him.

The monster tried to swallow him whole.

The boy would paddle, his limbs now suspended in the mire as he moved uselessly against his damnation.

Let go of me, he would rumble, not finding the strength to release the words as a roar. And why did it matter? He was talking to ... nothing ... no one ... a monster. Draugur's voice seemed to be deafened by the quagmire, the life slowly being squeezed out of him as the earth continued to encase him. Draugur could feel the pointed vines scraping against him, ripping at his skin, dragging him deeper.

His breaths were stifled, muddied by muck and mud and poison as his front limbs flailed against the slick earth. And all he could do was struggle, lying in the trap that Dre Klage had laid for him, as he awaited whatever was next.

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