Hades
Screams tore from the researchers all around the lab like this was nothing they had ever seen before—it was probably worse.
The movement of the black fluid was coordinated and precise as it all but lunged forward. Towards me. I always knew that the corruption had a mind of its own, but I did not think that it had reached this extent; it was aware of me.
The researchers scattered, including Dr. Cohen, beakers and distillers falling and breaking as they clamored for safety. The lab was suddenly a cacophony, but I stayed rooted in place as it crept closer and closer.
The tips of my fingers tingled, the hair rising on my neck. I felt a vibration pass through me, confused at first until I finally broke eye contact with the approaching black fluid and raised the isolated Fenrir's Marker.
