Literature
Hunters for the Ferret Pt4
Jakos floundered clumsily through the pitched forest trail, alone and with the sheer stubbornness one could expect despite the throbbing headache. It poked and stabbed like a constant reminder of his pained existence, and he grunted in the hopeful wish for it to be all over. He had no recollection of how far or long he’d dwelt in the forest, only that his survival was paramount. He would make it, triumphed over the horror, no matter what foul monstrosities or pesky mammals could throw at him. Roaming longer than he’d like, his patchy memories briefly returned, and he struggled to refrain from chuckling at the sheer fragility of his shadowy foes. His victory was painfully one-sided as he smashed their bodies with his mace. It felt too easy, he wondered in some surprise, his foes broken and battered away like brittle glass. He felt embarrassed even to be caught doubting to fear, if slightly, at the odds of success against such many numbers. He suspected no less of himself. These were