Hungry
I did not hesitate. My blade, ever true, cut through the air toward his heart. But before it struck, he spoke a word I did not understand. The world twisted as if the very air had been wrung like a cloth soaked in water. A roar filled my ears, not the roar of a beast, nor of a storm, but something greater, something vast and hungry.
And then, silence.
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