CH174 The Truth in the Folktale
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The Wendigo, in its death, left behind its Spirit Antlers—offered to Alex as thanks for releasing its offspring from torment.
Alex smiled as the creature's remnant essence faded from existence, its otherworldly presence dissolving into the cold air, leaving only the ethereal antlers cradled in his palms.
'Thank goodness the plan worked.'
His bravado faded as he heaved a heavy sigh of relief.
'Good thing I read all those miscellaneous documents back at the Enclave... the law of cliché saves the day again.'
He turned the antlers slowly in his hand, their mist-like glow pulsing gently.
'To think that ridiculous folktale was actually true.'
He remembered it well. A tattered old diary tucked away in the miscellaneous section of the Enclave's Library. He'd skimmed it while setting up the Rune-Net—one of the many half-useful references he'd casually absorbed and stored in memory.
