Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Volumes that had been ribs and limbs and vertebrae a heartbeat earlier juddered, then shook loose, tumbling in awkward cascades.
Hardcovers slammed into the sea of paper with sodden thuds. Paperbacks burst apart mid‑air, their spines popping, pages fanning out in chaotic sprays. Loose sheets tore themselves free and whirled up, then dropped in slow, disorganized drifts, no longer obeying any central gravity.
The chains sagged.
Their slack weight dragged them down into the drift, bookmarks and metal links sinking like debris.
Ink leaked from the creature’s ruined eyes and joints, puddling under what had been its feet. The puddles met and merged, forming wide, black slicks that reflected nothi