Avalon Knight's
THREATENINGLY

After escaping from the siege of these beasts. I went into the forest, to the company that had preceded me into the forest. Then I recast my sword that has returned to its original form in the form of a mixed-use dagger.

Akkhhh, crazy...! what was that creature? which world did they come from? I've never seen such a scary thing.

At first glance I remembered a story of the people in Khorazim, when they were still going on a journey, about the terror of a terrible creature named feral, feral, they are dogs similar to wolves and are kept by azmaveth witches. He said the creatures were once humans, who were transformed by the witch azmaveth into monsters.

I thought it was just a figment of the traveller's story to scare the kids. Even if it's just a figment, a parent's essay to calm their crying children, but what I saw was real, and I had to put an end to this terrible nightmare.

When I arrived at the group, I realized that most of them were women and children were babies. They couldn't possibly have defended themselves from the feral attack earlier. I would hurt them by running with them. A quick decision I had to make immediately amid the hordes of running and more and more feral.

In the state of the body floated above the surface as high as one meter from the ground. I turned around and without realizing my body was responding back to the ferocious feral horde. It swiftly darted back in the blink of an eye, having been in the presence of that horde of feral.

Those creatures were shocked. And suddenly I hit one of the feral with the fist of my left hand in action hit his chest hard and made him fall down.

At the same time the other four feral attacked me simultaneously, I reflexively let out punches and kicks.

Suddenly the lunge of another feral and bite the armor on my back, making me fall down. I rolled dodging his claws. After a struggle and pounding my fist into his body, a feral creature, it ended his attack.

Immediately I drained the body of the giant wolf from above my body. On my robe there are blood spots here and there. Not knowing it was blood from my wounds or creatures lying on my left and right.

It was a quick and short battle. But my actions just made some of the feral who had not attacked growl backwards. Then the ferocious and sinister beasts returned to the city of Capernaum which was already burning.

With my breath still severed, I only realized and wondered, while looking at my palms, what kind of strength is this? how could I possibly do it in such a short time? What the hell is going on? Why did I bjsa do something so desperate?

But there was no more time to think about it, for I saw the entourage of winged beings from the city of capernaum, now flying towards me, seemingly interested in my battle earlier.

I immediately turned around and ran towards the forest if I forced it to fly, then the group of creatures would immediately know of my existence. Especially with the left arm still sore and bleed, injury due to the fight earlier. But I still have to run through the forest looking for the group earlier. There's no time to stop checking my wounds.

When I got to that place. A terrible sight is underway. The group is now fighting death. They are entangled and trapped in many and terrible tendrils. Heart-wrenching screams asking for help stunned me as if in disbelief, what more terrifying creature is this? some people have been wrapped all over his body, so to shout even can not.

Without thinking long and risking my own safety, I jumped up and tried to let go of the closest person. She was a mother who was already wrapped around half of her body. He was screaming hysterically with fear and pain in the middle of the twisting. Panicking me, I tried to pull it as hard as I could, releasing slippery big tendrils, while hitting and kicking, until I pulled out a versatile dagger. Woe...my blade does not change shape, panic added me, why at a crucial time like this my dagger does not change? Everything I do is in vain. The large tendrils were not affected in the slightest.

Wh why? shouldn't my strength be strong enough to hurt him, like I did with the feral-feral? however, this creature does not seem to feel it. With a helpless look, I finally had to see the mother drowning in the gruesome twists of the huge tendril.

I retreated, devastated to see the event. There were a few little children on the sidelines, far from the reach of the tendril was crying screams, calling his mother.

Finally, I saw a creature laughing coldly not far from me, like laughing at all my efforts to free those people, and realizing my despair, panic and fear. I turned towards him, who is he? he wore a black robe, which covered the tip of the head in the form of a hood up to the tip of his foot.

It turned out that those huge tendrils were from him! disgustingly, from his body came many long tendrils that are getting bigger and bigger, so that it can kill people by wrapped around it.

At first I thought the tendrils were coming from some sort of monster with the shape of an octopus, or these huge trees that were actually monsters, disguised in the form of trees, but it turned out to be from that creature. Even if he still deserves to be called a human being.

The creature stuck out his right hand at me. And that hand changed quickly to long and big. Realizing there was danger, I immediately jumped up high to dodge, but it was too late.

Bruukkh...! I fell to the ground. Thrashed and jerked my feet to let the tendril loose. But some other tendrils out of nowhere came, snared and locked my hands. The tendrils propagate continuously from up to my entire body leaving only my head that can still turn.

I glanced around me, apparently the creature began to release the woman and children who were held captive. They were not dead yet and all the tendrils were more interested in me. Those who had been released, one by one ran away from the place. The one who was still unconscious was immediately pulled by the others to get out of the place.

There was a little bit of gratitude to my heart, for they survived the tendrils, but on the contrary, now I need help. Not long after that almost my entire head was also wrapped in the tendrils. My armour, my helmet, was unable to withstand the pressure of the winding, and began to crack little by little.

" Cntrakk.ctrakk..kreteq...trangg! "

My armour was smashed to pieces and now only my clothes remain. I tried to rebel as hard as I could with the rest of my strength, but instead made my breath beheaded. Everything was in vain, and fear began to hold onto me. Am I going to die here?