Eleanor suffered every torment before she died; Little Pig wasn't doing much better on his side.
The blood-draining ritual once again left Little Pig paralyzed on the bed, like a wax figure with its skeleton pulled out, only the eyes still able to move.
Norris carried a bag of warm blood and walked through the streets and alleys of Fungus Castle.
Dusk had fully fallen; Glowing Mushrooms lit up one by one along the road, bluish-green halos spilling over the figures walking shoulder to shoulder.
A Lizardman's tail brushed past the hem of a human's clothes, a Dwarf stood on tiptoe arguing about something with a Half-demon, and several Puki went puki-puki-puki over the ground by their feet.
People of different Races lived together harmoniously in Fungus Castle; Fungus Castle never discriminated against any intelligent life.
Norris watched this scene, and his steps unconsciously slowed.
