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Season 2
Chapter 22
Hunger
Time didn't pass.
It dragged.
Each step felt heavier than the last.
Elios didn't know how long he had been walking.
Minutes.
Hours.
It didn't matter anymore.
His legs were shaking.
Not from fear.
From exhaustion.
From emptiness.
His breathing had turned rough.
Dry.
His throat burned.
But it was nothing compared to—
His stomach.
It twisted violently.
"…Ah—"
He stopped.
Not by choice.
His body refused to take another step.
The hunger hit again.
Stronger.
Sharper.
Like something inside him was tearing itself apart.
His hand pressed against his stomach.
"…No…"
His voice came out hoarse.
"…Not now…"
But it didn't stop.
It got worse.
His vision blurred slightly.
His legs gave out.
He dropped to one knee—
then both.
The cave spun slightly around him.
"…Move…"
He tried.
His body didn't respond.
Another wave hit.
This time—
he bent forward.
Almost collapsing completely.
"…Damn it…"
His hands hit the ground.
Cold stone.
Rough.
Real.
Then—
A smell.
Close.
Too close.
Elios' head lifted slowly.
His eyes moved.
A goblin corpse.
Not far from him.
One of the ones he killed.
Still there.
Still—
fresh.
He froze.
"…No…"
The word came out immediately.
Instinct.
Rejection.
But his body didn't turn away.
His gaze stayed locked.
The hunger twisted again.
Violently.
His breath broke.
"…No…"
His fingers dug into the ground.
Trying to resist.
Trying to move away.
But his body leaned forward instead.
Slowly.
Uncontrollably.
"…I can't…"
Another wave hit.
Harder.
Pain shot through his stomach.
His vision darkened for a second.
And that was it.
Something snapped.
Not his mind.
Not fully.
But enough.
Elios moved.
Not carefully.
Not thinking.
He lunged.
His hands grabbed the corpse.
Rough.
Desperate.
He tore into it.
Not with a weapon.
With his hands.
Flesh ripped.
Bone shifted.
He didn't stop.
Didn't hesitate.
He bent forward—
And bit.
Hard.
Like an animal.
Like something that had forgotten what it was.
His teeth tore through the flesh.
Blood filled his mouth.
Warm.
Metallic.
Wrong.
He should have stopped.
He didn't.
He kept going.
Bite after bite.
No control.
No thought.
Only hunger.
Only need.
The cave echoed with the sound.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
And then—
It hit.
Pain.
Sudden.
Violent.
His body locked.
His grip tightened instinctively—
then failed.
"…Ghh—!"
His voice broke.
Not a scream—
Something worse.
His stomach twisted again—
But this time—
it spread.
Through his chest.
His arms.
His head.
Everywhere.
"…What—"
He collapsed forward.
His body spasmed.
Uncontrollably.
His muscles tightened—
then twisted—
Like something inside him was forcing change.
"…Stop—!"
It didn't.
His vision shattered.
Light.
Dark.
Flashes.
His breathing became erratic—
then uneven—
then—
barely there.
His hands clawed at the ground.
But nothing helped.
Nothing stopped it.
The pain kept rising.
Until—
everything went black.
Silence.
Deep.
Endless.
Then—
A breath.
Sharp.
Elios' eyes snapped open.
The cave returned.
Cold.
Still.
Unchanged.
But he wasn't.
His breathing steadied slowly.
Not forced.
Natural.
Too natural.
He didn't feel the hunger anymore.
Not even a trace.
His body—
felt different.
Lighter.
Sharper.
His senses—
clearer.
The air—
he could feel it.
The space—
he could read it.
Elios slowly pushed himself up.
No struggle.
No weakness.
His hand tightened slightly.
"…What…"
He looked down at himself.
Nothing looked different.
But everything felt different.
Behind him—
the remains of the goblin.
Torn apart.
Messy.
Brutal.
Elios stared at it.
Silent.
Then—
he turned away.
Not because he accepted it.
But because—
he had no choice.
"…Move."
This time—
the word came out steady.
And his body followed.
Without hesitation.
End.