Pugil Port, deep underground.
Abraham soaked in the pool water, having grown a bit taller than just a short while ago; his face had shed some of its childishness too.
Suddenly, his tightly closed eyes snapped open, his brows furrowed together, and a hint of confusion flashed across his face.
"Dead?!"
The water churned as Abraham stepped out, most of his body looking indistinguishable from a normal human's.
Touching his forehead with his index finger, Abraham carefully sensed again.
"The eggs I placed in them have completely burst; this means they and their hosts were killed together," he muttered under his breath, drawing a bloodline across his chest with his fingertip.
The next second, the wound split open, and a black worm the thickness of a finger squeezed out.
Abraham crushed the worm, letting the stinking black fluid drip down.
The black fluid dispersed in the water, seemingly striving to coalesce into a pattern.
