Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-38248322-20190520051454/@comment-38248322-20190603231650

As the devil bug slashed at the husks neck, it fell on the ground, the head severed from the body.

Soon, Sinclair could smell the faint odor of decay and rot, festering in a ravaged, murky swamp littered with bodies, as visible skulls had bern cracked open and lay bare for the worms to chew through. It was a muddy hallow, filled with the stench of death. It was here that Sinclair hoped to find the very hard to kill giant.