Apocalypse Expert in a Beastman World

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d crust. With a surge of effort that sent a fresh wave of agony through her skull

eized her, but nothing came

ook over. She tried to summon the familiar warmth in her core,

th

the fire had always lived

olute, seized her heart, squeezing the air from her lungs. Her fingers, numb and clumsy, cl

n. A raw, guttural sound of pain was ripped from her throat as

key turning a l

st the shores of her consciousness. Sharp, brutal images and feel

ame she knew, but a l

d of primitive brutality a

e, who used a 'Biological Link' to b

t. Cold sweat mixed with the blood on her face, trickling i

made of colossal, alien trees, their l

mory clicked into place

een trans

hrough a Biological Link-a soul-contract that granted the female absolute dominance. Males existed to serve, protect, and obey; their status depended entirely on their female's favor. The former Genevieve had

stained a dark, ugly red. A deep, fatal-looking tear in the fabric at her waist

flow of her own life pouring into the dirt. The blood was warm, but her limbs we

ist's eye searching for anything-a broadle

shrubs. The irony was a bitter pill.

e forest, the sound of a dry br

e spell of

cough that rattled in her chest. Her eyes darted towa

forest. Tall, imposing figures, moving with a predator's

lied their identities

men this body

pped into a sliver of light. Kameron. His cold eyes swept over t

ng, anything. But her throat was a dry husk

er. Gilberto. He covered his nose in disgust, carefully avoi

lver hair trembled uncontrollably, his eyes wide with a t

eyes. The undisguised loat

e party. They had co

of death, began to whir. The Biological Link. The memo

nly c

nside her for the faint, shimmering threads of t

oking down at her, his expression a

edic fall away, and from the depths of her soul, she summoned th

altered for a fra

mud, pulling her body forward an inch, then another. The movem

rd on the inside of her cheek. The sharp, coppery taste of fresh blood flo

t die here.