Hyerin's lungs froze; her voice abandoned her entirely. She couldn't scream. Couldn't cry. Couldn't even breathe properly. All she could do was stand there, shaking like a reed in the wind, while her soul desperately tried to flee her body and ascend to the heavens—anything to escape the sheer, overwhelming disgust.
"Hic!"
A pitiful little sound escaped her throat. It wasn't a cry, nor a scream—just a trembling hiccup, small and broken.
Don't tell her this is… what she thinks it is?
Ah, shit.
It's really that dark blood!
Her gaze unfocused, pupils shrinking.
'Oh god, it's really a savage beast's blood! Am I… am I going to be a zombie now?!'
Rotting, fishy, sticky monster blood—dripping down her cheek like some cursed slime from hell.
She wanted to die. No—fainting would be enough. But then she imagined collapsing face-first into that steaming crimson puddle, and that was somehow worse.
