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Chapter Twenty-Five.

Zorien’s POV.

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I have to risk interrogating a single Darkling survivor with Ashton present. He’ll get suspicious and know I’m hiding something if I send him away.

As I stand back and observe him torturing the fallen being, I keep my lips lined and my face straight. Eight-foot-tall with wide shoulders that run down into a thin twisted body, the Darkling’s eerie body flares out in place of feet and into centipede-like legs. It’s got no spine nor ribs, having a blackened round face with eyelids sewn shut and a wide mouth with an uneven galore of sharpened dripping black teeth. It’s the perfect embodiment of a nightmare.

The Darkling drops to the ground, writhing from internal and external pain as it gives out trembling shrieks of terror. Ashton faces me, presenting it before my feet and the Ghouls with lit torches in their hands, bow their heads.

Ashton speaks, “It should be ready to answer you now, Zorien”.

I lower my gaze to the filthy squirming worm and harden my eyes as I
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