Novel & Cerita Griffith Berserk

I see her then, surrounded by three berserkers, each the size of a tree, foam dripping from their jaws. I break into a sprint. I shift mid-run, my limbs elongating, fur tearing through my skin in a painful rush. The world sharpens. My growl reverberates through the battlefield. I leap, claws sinking into the back of one berserker’s neck. We tumble together, a tangle of fur and fury. He howls and tries to shake me off, but I sink my teeth into his shoulder until I hear bone crunch. Another slams into me from the side. Pain explodes in my ribs. I hit the ground hard, vision blurring. But I get back up. I always get back up.

My lungs ached from the process of holding my breath, and my palms by my side turned slick with sweat as every muscle in my body went tight. And finally I saw them. Griffin. And his crew. They emerged into the clearing, cursing and throwing crude insults about the race. Griffin looked furious, but his shoulders were still squared, his chin lifted high; even after defeat, he still carried himself like he hadn’t lost. A gasp caught in my throat as I tried to process it. My heart was thundering heavily in my chest as I crouched lower. What were they doing here? Was this where they came from?

Adrian asked after looking at their conditions. Lena anxiously said, "Berserk's arm is infected, but he's in better condition than Griffin and Ridge. Ridge’s condition is the most severe. His entire wound has rotted away… I can't even begin to imagine how painful it must be." She was on the verge of tears. ‘Ridge’s wound is infected, and there aren’t any painkillers… I think anyone else in his situation would've died from the pain by now, but he hasn't even uttered a single complaint.’