"Argh…"
A sudden shout pierced through the night, frightening many vultures who had been feasting on the flesh and carcasses. The vultures circled around the field, wary of the shed from which the noise had come.
Only after seeing nothing happen after some time did they descend to continue their dinner.
Inside the shed everything was in disarray but it was clean. Except for the blood stained clothes of a youth laying on a hay cube.
'...fuck…fuck...ahhh…'
Erick was unable to lay still. His entire body was hurting. As soon as the so-called werewolf skill had expired, his body became weak. On top of it, it hurt like hell. He was tossing and turning.
"This skill is seriously flawed. Good and bad."
As soon as he had unified with his soul pet he was strong enough to one-shot even level 15 demonic beasts. But the power was something akin to a berserk state. His body was unable to handle so much power with repercussions.
