It was far from being smart anymore. After the lump of meat successfully connected the two bodies, the Guulvorg grew even bigger, bones even longer, and fangs now exude purple lighting while the tail exudes constant crackling noises.
Ned had enough. Gogmurch, and even the three hunters. They knew, they all had enough. But how could they leave the place with the Guulvorg imitating chaos before them?
"What was that thing that turned the beast rampaging?" The lady hunter began. Shoulders shuddering from exhaustion and fear. Her voice trembling. Daggers managed to stay in between her hands.
The five, with Napond awake, huddled together before the beast. Newter anxiously hovering above them.
Napond pulled two green vials behind his waist, giving them to his two companions. "Take this," he said, "tell the Association, Ghostbloods manage to take all of the beasts. Send support."
"But Napond-sir!" The male hunter instantly disagreed.
