Destruction, Rage, Annihilation (2)

‘…I should tell Lydia first.’

The moment Morgan thought that,

some of the paralyzed followers began thrashing violently. Red tattoos spread across their bodies, forcing the pain-paralyzed limbs to move.

“Even against a curse….”

“A curse….”

“Even if we die…!”

“We will move…!”

Sizzle—!

Red smoke rose from their bodies, spreading a heavy, lingering stench of decay through the sewer, which already reeked. It was the sort of smell that might come from a corpse dead for over a week.

The followers moved, their entire bodies trembling as red smoke rose from them. Their eyes had long since turned cloudy like those of dead fish...