The silence that followed the crunch was even more terrifying than the sound itself.
Alan held his breath, he didn't blink, he pushed his mana control to its limit, keeping his heartbeat in a steady, rhythmic throb, physically forcing himself to remain calm, praying he wouldn't be found.
The loud crunch diminished, now replaced by an inconsistent recurrent sound of chewing flesh.
Alan lowered his centre of gravity, moving ahead, his boots submerged in a pool of blood that felt unnecessarily warm, the severed arm he noticed earlier lay just a few metres away, it hadn't been a clean cut, and the sticking-out bone was jagged, like it had been snapped off.
Alan hesitated for a brief moment, but only a brief moment before continuing onwards.
Truthfully speaking, he was unnerved, fleeting sparks of fear thumped against his ribs, it wasn't a daily occurrence for him to be as agitated as he was now, hell, the only one to ever make him feel genuine fear was Ziray.
