The night was a chorus of death.
Giant owls swooped from the shadows, their talons shredding through bats with terrible precision. Then came the serpent—a monstrous snake that slithered through the darkness, swallowing them whole. Each time one of his bats died, their final shrieks echoed inside his head.
Then, the panther struck.
Black as the void between stars, it lunged from the undergrowth, jaws snapping. The bats retaliated in a shrieking storm, their **sonic attacks** rupturing the beast's eardrums, bursting veins in its brain. It collapsed, twitching. **Kale** moved swiftly, his presence slithering into the panther's corpse, reanimating it with unnatural life.
But the victory was costly.
By dawn, only **53 bats remained**.
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### **The Weight of Hunger**
She woke to a graveyard of wings.
Bodies littered the ground, their tiny forms stiff and lifeless. Only 53 still clung to the foot of a great panther trembling.
**"Eat them,"** Kale commanded, his voice a whisper in the panther's throat.
Her hands shook as she butchered the last of them, stripping the meat clean. The taste was bitter, metallic. For a moment, she felt like the lowest creature on earth—a scavenger, a beggar, a thing that devoured everything to survive.
**"We need water,"** she muttered, wiping her mouth.
Kale didn't answer. Instead, his consciousness flitted into some **mosquito**, its tiny wings buzzing as it darted ahead, scouting. She mounted the undead panther, its muscles moving with unnatural precision.
She couldn't afford weakness. Not here.
With grim focus, she carved **spears** from the heartwood of ancient trees, binding them with **talismans** that hummed with power. The weapons gleamed, harder than steel, hungry for battle.
Then, she opened her **magic space**—a pocket dimension she had expanded using the rare **Potion of Bees**. The golden elixir had granted her **spatial manipulation**, but only because she was a woman who had known life's creation. (Men, or those who had never given birth, could only gain such power by **stealing it**.) She use space stone to upgrade it.
Now, her space stretched **ten meters wide**—enough to store the surviving bats, supplies, even weapons. But it was not a refuge. She could not hide inside it.
Not yet.
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### **The Gorilla Hunt**
The jungle air was thick with the scent of blood and wet earth.
They stalked the **gorilla**—a monstrous beast, its muscles coiled like tree roots beneath its dark fur. The battle was brutal. The undead panther, their strongest weapon, **died** in the struggle, its bones snapping under the gorilla's crushing strength. **Kale** was wounded, his spectral form flickering like a dying flame.
**"I need its soul,"** he hissed, voice ragged. **"And yours. Just a fragment—to heal."**
She clenched her jaw. **"No."**
Kale's presence seethed inside her mind, but he didn't push. Instead, he whispered, **"Then eat the demon core of the panther. At least take its strength."**
She refused again.
**"Fine,"** Kale relented. **"But take the meat. Let the bats and insects feast on the rest."**
She didn't argue this time. With swift, practiced motions, she butchered the panther—keeping the choicest cuts for herself, leaving the scraps for the bats, the gorilla, and the swarming insects. Only bones and offal remained when they moved on.
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### **The Crocodile Ambush**
Water. Finally.
But the murky pool was guarded.
A **crocodile**, ancient and scarred, lurked beneath the surface, its eyes like chips of amber in the gloom.
**"We need armor,"** Kale said. **"Soft for you. Hard for the gorilla."**
She didn't question him. She worked quickly—fashioning a **bow** for herself, another **spear** for the gorilla.
**"You know too much for someone so young,"** Kale murmured.
She didn't answer.
The fight was swift and vicious. She **shot the crocodile in the eye**. The gorilla roared, jamming its spear into the beast's gaping maw. The crocodile thrashed, jaws snapping, but she **put a second arrow in its other eye**. Blind and furious, it writhed—until the gorilla **pinned it down**, driving the spear deeper.
When it was over, she **claimed the demon core**,for absorbing its power. Kale **took its soul**, his presence growing steadier.
**"You wanted this kill,"** she said coldly. **"Not for survival. For yourself."**
Kale was silent for a beat. **"Feeling sorry for the crocodile?"**
**"I know you're using me."**
He didn't deny it.
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Later, as she fitted the gorilla with crude armor, Kale spoke again.
**"My body is gone. Yours is my home now."** His voice was low, almost gentle. **"If you want me to leave, I can fragment myself. But it would weaken us both."**
She didn't respond immediately.
In her mind, a dark thought coiled: *Marrying someone who lives inside me? That's not a partnership. That's slavery.* He could force her. Control her. Twist her into something she wasn't.
**"Promise me,"** she finally said, voice brittle. **"Promise you won't take over."**
**"I won't harm you,"** Kale said.
A hollow assurance.
*Never trust a devil.*
There was an old saying among the enslaved: *Only a fool believes the master's pretty lies.* And what was she, if not his prisoner? His vessel?
He could **possess her anytime**. Make her do **unspeakable things**.
And yet… she needed him.
For now.
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The towering kapok tree became their fortress.
She worked tirelessly—**carving traps** into the earth below, weaving vines into snares, embedding sharpened stakes where predators might lurk. Her hands moved with practiced precision, muscle memory guiding her. *Her father had taught her this.* The memory stung, but she pushed it away. Survival didn't allow for grief.
At the base of the tree, she etched a **concealment formation** into the bark, its symbols glowing faintly before fading. It wouldn't last forever, but for now, it would mask their presence from beasts—**and worse things** that roamed this forest.
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The crocodile's **demon core** pulsed in her palm, dark energy coiling around her fingers like smoke. She had resisted absorbing it—**power came with a price**. Stronger energy would draw stronger predators. But if she wanted to escape this hellish forest, she needed to grow.
*No one is coming for me.*
The world had forgotten her. The only ally she had was a **devil who lived inside her skull**.
She took a breath, steeling herself—
Then **Kale moved her hand without permission.**
His presence slithered through her nerves, forcing her fingers to **crush the core**. Dark energy flooded her veins, but it was *his* will, not hers, guiding it.
When it was over, she stood trembling—not from the power, but from the **violation**.
*This is why I can never love him.*
Even if he was all she had.
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