Chapter 13

In the next second, my vision had turned red, and I had already turned away from the centipede, running at full speed towards one of the trees at a speed I would not believe even the fastest runners back on earth would be able to rival.

Without thinking, I grabbed a fist-sized rock nearby and catapulted it towards the centipede, yet to my dismay, the rock simply ricocheted off its rock-hard scales like a bouncy ball hitting a hard surface.

My face grew paler and paler by the second as I snatched rocks off the ground and tried my best to shoot them toward any exposed soft spots or weaknesses in its body.

I had only hit its eye once, yet not only did it not hurt it significantly, it had only angered the centipede into charging at me with more fervor.

'I don't want to die!' Was the only thought going through my head. Everything else was occurring almost on instinct as if I had awoken a beast inside of me that would do everything to survive or kill the abomination that had been running after me this whole time. Images of my family and my loved ones, all of those who I had lost to those disgusting horrible long-eared beings, flashed before my eyes.

I was on the verge of crying, however, before my panic could grow even further, a cold expression washed over my face while three words rang out in my mind, giving me everything I needed for that moment in time.

"I am not going to die." My voice echoed throughout the forest while the sound of my own voice gave me enough courage to do the most reckless thing I had ever done.

'Fight.'

'Kill...'

'Survive!'

The whispers of different voices grew louder and louder while also becoming a choir in my ears as if thousands of different individuals were telling me to fight as if millions were telling me to move, to live, and fight.

My eyes were engulfed in a crimson light while a blood-red wave shot out of my body, an illusory visage of millions of eyes looking at the centipede with instinctual rage.