The hunger had forced him to hunt, and after every successful ambush, he had learned something new about his condition.
"I've practiced magic with the tutorial for just a few hours, yet I knew how to cancel my smell, presence, and even how to soften the ground upon my passage. Otherwise, with the heavy ass I got, the animals would have heard me coming from a mile away." Derek thought.
"I knew when and where to strike. Yet I've never hunted my whole life. Heck, I'd never left the city. All this situation is off. It's like I've become a different person." He looked at his Voidwalker armor as it absorbed the blood instead of cleaning it, bringing it in contact with the Void's body to feed him.
Once back at the camp, Derek sat down on the biggest rock he could find and kept mulling over the mystery at hand.
