Chapter 310 A Full Moon Night
Chapter 310 A Full Moon Night
Shing!
A sh of steel–his car was sliced clean off
The man’s nerves went numb. With only one arm remaining, he curled up and clutched his severed ear, gritting his teeth in silence.
Sage stood over him, eyes cold, voicemanding.
“Pain drags you back from the brink. Remember that next time.”
T–Thank you, sir,” the man stammered, nodding in terror.
<b>Without </b>another word, Sage turned to the <b>one </b>who’d been bitten.
That man clutched his own ear, his face contorted in pain, breath escaping through clenched teeth.
A heartbeatter, with a metallic shing, his head dropped to the ground.
Sage had killed him.
“Let this be a reminder to all of you,” Sage said calmly. “No matter what happens, no matter when–no screaming.
He didn’t even spare the severed head a look. Instead, his gaze swept the crowd
Then came the order. “Bury him.”
And with that, he walked away.
No one dared speak. But the fear was unmistakable.
Everyone was <b>shaking</b>.
Theresa watched in silence, then turned to Quentin beside her. “Now do you see how lucky you are to have me as your leader?”
“Meeting you <b>has </b>already used up all my luck this lifetime.”
She rolled her eyes at the corny line–but when she saw the sincerity in his eyes, she punched him in the
gut.
Be a little more honest, will you?
Just <b>then</b>, Sage returned. ‘Sorry to interrupt your <b>meal</b>.”
Theresa nced <b>past </b>him. The ce already looked untouched. The corpse was gone. Even the blood had been washed <b>away</b>.”
She said nothing, just sat down and resumed eating.
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Chapter 310 A Full Moon Night
But the ribs no longer tasted right.
She picked at the sides and quietly slid the ribs onto Quentin’s <b>te</b>.
Sage noticed, but smiled as if nothing had happened, continuing to make light conversation.
Theresa yed along, offering only shallow responses, her guard fully up.
Soon, dinner ended and the camp began settling in for the night.
The fires died down. The park bathed in silver moonlight.
It was a full moon.
The moonlight was bright, and Theresa could see the beautiful park around her.
They were probably deep inside the park–there were no signs of human development, and the forest remained lush and untouched.
She and Quentin slept close to the center of the group, while guards kept watch along the perimeter. Most gathered in tight clusters, drawn together by the need for warmth and a <b>sense </b>of security.
A handful of loners leaned against tree trunks, clutching their weapons as they slept alone. Sagey nearby–just two people over–but an invisible no–man’snd had formed around him. When the moon rose high, Theresa caught the sound of ragged, heavy breathing.
“Hiss-
“Hiss-
She turned sharply toward the sound.
It <b>was </b>Sage. Lying on his side. His back to <b>her</b><b>. </b>
The breathing grew louder–and then the scent <b>hit </b>her.
The sharp, metallic tang of blood.
It drifted toward her in <b>waves</b>.
She frowned, just as Sage turned to face her. He was staring straight at her.
<b>Blood </b>stained the corner of his mouth.
Moonlight poured <b>across </b>the scarred earth.
It lit up the writhing, howling zombies, the desperate humans locked in battle, and right in front of Theresa, a pair of eyes burning with barely restrained bloodlust.
“What’s wrong with you?”
Chapter 310 A Full Moon Night
Sage blinked, feeling the blood at his lips. He lowered his gaze and casually wiped it with his thumb- smearing it across his mouth.
Then he smiled. It was twisted and wicked. He asked softly, “Can you help me out?”
Half a minuteter, they sat behind a tree with their backs to the camp–not too close, not too far. Just enough.
Sage leaned against the trunk, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
Theresa looked at the arm in front of her, the <b>bite </b>so deep the bone was visible, <b>and </b>silently wrapped it in bandages.
The bandages and medicine had all been provided by Sage.
Clearly, there was no painkiller.
Sage could only smoke to dull the pain.
Cigarette butts littered the dirt as the bloodlust slowly faded from his eyes.
“Do you deal with this every day?”
Theresa finished tying off the bandage and looked up.
Sage flicked another cigarette away and smiled, calm as ever. “Of course not.”
“Tell the truth.”
Just then, amotion rose behind them.
A big guy shot up from the crowd, bolted out of the group, and mmed his head into a rock.
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Chapter 311 He Is a Liar
Chapter 311 He Is a Liar
With two heavy thuds, blood began streaming down the big guy’s forehead. After that, he stopped smashing his head and simply clung to the rock, curling up tight.
From time to time, he punched <b>himself </b>in the skull.
But because Sage had warned everyone earlier, even in such unbearable pain, he didn’t make a sound.
“I’m not telling the truth,” Sage’s voice came from behind.
Theresa turned to see him snufling out his cigarette, the usual gentleness in his eyes <b>now </b>shadowed by a rare heaviness.
“Ever since we discovered that the liquid in gleamstones could boost our abilities, everyone started eating
them
“But after that, while our abilities did improve a little, our bodies began to fall apart.”
Theresa could feel it.
Sage had over eight hundred people with him. More than a hundred <b>and </b>fifty were ability users.
Most of them were only at Level 2.
Swallowing zombie gleamstones raw didn’te close to proper extraction. Most of the energy couldn’t be absorbed.
But nearly all the toxins were.
It was like tossing fireworks into an already roaring bonfire–ready to blow at any second.
“At first, it’s just <b>the </b>headaches–like ants crawling across your scalp. Annoying, but bearable. You grit your teeth and push through it.
But then it shifts. Turns into this sharp, electric pain–like someone’s yanking on your nerves and veins, strumming them like guitar strings. Faster and faster. That’s when things start slipping.”
“You get so on edge, every noise feels like an attack. You want to <b>smash </b><b>anything </b>that makes a sound, destroy anything that moves. Just make it stop–make it shut up.
You want everything to be still. Quiet. You want to tear the world apart just to find silence again<b>. </b>
“Why don’t you just stop?” Theresa asked. “Stop eating them.”
Sage’s smile softened even more. Once the arrow’s left the bow, can it really turn back?”
Theresa didn’t answer.
Everyone’s situation was different
Sage’s group had been cut off from the outside world <b>since </b>the <b>beginning</b>.