Boom.
"Something is wrong," Willie said to the rest of the team members. He was staring at the Decaying mole with a frown on his face. "A moment ago, I swear it looked like it was going to go down. But now it seems to have regained a lot of strength."
Willie wasn't the only one; the rest thought the same too. They looked at the giant mole and stepped back.
Gary raised his hand and wiped the blood dripping down from the side of his abdomen. The cut that he received from the Decaying mole was yet to heal; even with Glen's healing spells, the poison injected by the Decaying mole made it nearly impossible for his injuries to heal.
"You better be joking with me," Gary grimaced. "I can't even stand up straight if that thing gets any stronger than we all are fucked."
Gary's question was answered almost at once, as the decaying mole let out a shrill shriek. It turned to look at the four men who were hiding in a corner.
