The Thanatosis worm burrows slowly, relentlessly deep into my skin, wriggling its way inside with a sickening persistence. I can feel every agonizing inch of its journey as it crawls under my flesh, making its way from the palm of my hand, up my arm, inching toward my shoulder. Finally, it latches onto my spine, and the moment it does, a jolt of electricity surges through me.
Pain explodes through my body—sharp, all-consuming, unlike anything I've ever felt. I grit my teeth, barely managing to keep a scream from escaping as my mind reels. The worm digs into my spine with its tiny, clawed legs, burrowing deeper, fusing with my nerves. My entire system reacts violently—heat floods my body, my muscles convulsing uncontrollably. Sweat pours from my skin, soaking my clothes as I shake, barely able to stay on my feet.
Meanwhile, Shappire is sending me hundreds of alarms.
