The dog was still wary of the womb beside Seth and so it stalled. Some time later it moved backward as it looked around as if it sensed another presence.
Seth's heart began to beat faster as he looked around. Something or someone was coming close.
They were tired of watching and the influence of the black baby and cub was waning.
'Move!' Seth tried to move his body, but the damned armour was as solid as a stone.
That was when he saw a silhouette at his vision edge. Suddenly, they move fast with a blade in his hand and slash toward Seth's neck.
Seth didn't feel fear but rage and anger. Anger at his powerlessness in this situation. He had gained what he sought, and yet he had become a sitting dock.
There was also frustration that he had never felt. He knew others were watching, and they might not be his friends, but definitely, he would have loved it if they helped him escape.
