The Dread Lords Rising

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  The thing that was no longer Jalt ran in great, loping bounds across a grassy field and into the shaded forest savoring the freedom and ease of movement. As the last of his humanity left him, only desire remained—desire to hunt, desire to chase, desire to rend, tear, and gorge. The salty sweetness of marrow and blood tantalized him. A distant echo of memory lingered in Jalt’s mind. A command he must obey.

  Kill

  Eat

  Feast