I started walking toward Argent, my legs still trembling. After killing two Corruptors, my hands were sticky and dropping dark liquid, the substance felt between oil and blood. It clung to my skin like guilt, though I felt none for the creatures I'd just dispatched.
The wasteland was vast, kilometers of hostile terrain between me and safety, and I couldn't help but wonder if the third Corruptor would return with friends. The thought made my steps hurry despite my worn out state.
The spire of Argent gleamed in the distance, impossibly tall and painfully far away. I estimated at least three hours of walking, maybe four given my weakened condition. Three or four hours of constant vigilance, of jumping at every shadow.
"Should've kept one of those heads." I muttered, wiping my hands uselessly against my pants. The black substance spread. "Would've made for a convincing warning."
