The Hexed finally made their move.
A few people were skulking outside, holding a black box.
They could be heard saying:
"We can't wait any longer, or something might go wrong. We'll plant the Hex-bugs in them tonight. That way, we can control them. We'll be able to take their blood to feed the Hex-bugs. As long as we eat the Hex-bugs fed with their blood, we can break the curse and leave this place. I've checked the ancient texts. Not only will it break the curse, but we'll also become immune to the deathly, poisonous miasma outside."
Immortality? No, this was a curse.
A man wasn't even a man anymore. What was the point of such immortality? And to top it off, they were trapped in this tiny place. Having seen the outside world, how could they be content to remain frogs in a well?
Someone glanced toward the house where Celeste Grant and the others were staying and whispered, "Are the people inside still awake?"
