The child, unaware—or worse, entirely used to the act—sat on the edge of the crumbling fountain. He gently straightened the cold, lifeless digits of the severed hand, one by one. Then, with a tilt of his head, he opened his mouth and bit down on the pinky finger. A soft crunch echoed, skin tearing like paper, a thin layer of flesh peeling back as the boy chewed with small, sharp teeth. Blood dribbled down his chin in slow streaks.
Cheon Areum quietly got up and passed by the boy without sparing him a glance. The boy seemed to be about Rian's age. It would've been fine if the child was just a monster of the dungeon, but the demonic-alike negative energy surrounding only him...
I'll just let Lee Nari take care of him.
If only he could find her. Lee Nari could use her Degenerate skill on the child while he holds him back with Mind Corruption.
"Areum..."
