The gaping mouth stretched to his ears, filled with the rank smell of blood and the constant wriggling of worm-like things.
A few drops of viscous blood were slowly sliding down, looking as if they were about to fall towards the corner of Daster's mouth.
A blood-soaked strand of hair gently landed on Daster's face, bringing with it an icy touch.
Having never experienced anything like this, Daster's mind only began to clear when a drop of the foul-smelling blood landed at the corner of his mouth.
His heart, which had nearly stopped, suddenly began to pound like an over-revved engine.
THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP. THUMP-THUMP...
The violently beating heart felt as if it would burst from his chest, a surge of strength flooding him from nowhere.
"HAH!"
The fist he swung carried a gust of wind, smashing viciously at the horrifying face before him.
The next second, Daster felt as if his fist hadn't touched anything. It seemed to pass right through the terrible face.
