Omen's senses went into overdrive. His [precognition] ability kicked in, offering him a glimpse—a flicker of something black and awful sprinting past the trees, faster than any creature he had ever seen. It was as if the shadows had sprung to life and converged on their destination with a single-minded ferocity.
He did not wait. Omen whirled on his heel, his body reacting automatically. He used his [Instant Dash], his body blurring as he flew ahead, away from the meadow. The wind roared in his ears, and the snow-covered earth was a blur beneath his feet. He had no clue where he was going; he only knew that he needed to get as far away from whatever was approaching as quickly as possible.
Behind him, he could hear the woodland explode into commotion. The trees split and shattered as if ripped apart by an invisible power. The ground rocked with the power of something enormous and inexorable. Omen's heart hammered in his chest, and he breathed rapidly. He had never intentionally run away from anything, but this was different. This was something beyond his comprehension, something he could not resist.
The roaring wind from the snow ripped through the woodland like a voracious beast. Snow whirled in violent spirals about Omen, blinding his eyesight and freezing him to his core. His breath filled the air as he lurched forward, his limbs limp from cold and tiredness. Every breath felt like shards of ice slashing through his lungs. The once-familiar woodland environment had become a terrifying maze of gloom and snow, with no clear road ahead.
He had been running for hours now, and his exogene reserves were nearly dwindling; he was running low on energy. His fingers were rigid and could barely squeeze into fists. His legs felt like lead, and every stride was more painful than the previous.
Suddenly, a sliver of moonlight pierced through the snow. It was a short, almost ghostly gleam that revealed something intriguing. Omen's gaze focused on a little cave tucked amid the rocks, its dark mouth a welcome contrast to the glaring white of the snow. The cave appeared to provide refuge, a ray of hope among the looming gloom.
Omen turned towards the cave with a newfound purpose, forgetting his tiredness as he crawled over cold rocks and fallen branches. His breath formed clouds of vapour, mingling with the swirling snow. He could hear the creatures' snarls growing closer, their urgency matching his own as he reached the cave's entrance.
He ducked inside, the cold air of the blizzard giving way to a momentary warmth. The cave's strong walls provided a reprieve from the storm's intensity, a haven from the stinging winds. However, the relief was just temporary. The soft, ominous glow of the creatures' eyes soon pierced the darkness of the cave's entrance. They were relentless, undeterred by the cave's entrance. The unyielding fog billowed around them, a living entity that twisted and writhed with malevolent intent.
"Well, come on, you bastards! What are you waiting for?!" He yelled in anger. He had no exogene left, and he didn't feel confident in winning this fight, but hell if he was going to go down that easily; he had neared death countless times. If this was the time for death to have him, it would have to earn him first.
The first creature, like the others, was shaped like a shadow of a fuming, crimson-eyed dog made entirely of black smoke; it lunged with terrifying speed. Its jaws clamped down on Omen's arm, sinking deep into flesh and bone. The initial bite was a shockwave of searing agony.
The bite bypassed his [physical attack immunity], bypassed his [enhanced durability], and bypassed his low-grade passive strength. This was the power of a master; the acolytes were like small, powerless cats before them.
The pain was immediate and overwhelming, and there was no time to process it before the others joined in. The forest was silent save for the savage sounds of the attack. The dog-like creatures tore and ripped at Omen's small, defenceless body with relentless ferocity. Each bite was a new wave of excruciating pain, each tearing a deeper cut into his already suffering form. Omen's screams were swallowed by the howling wind, his cries of agony fading into the darkness that enveloped him.
'Damn it, I thought I had pain nullification. This is too damn awful!'
The pain was not just confined to his limbs; it was spreading, becoming all-encompassing. As his consciousness began to waver, he felt an excruciating tug from within. His eyelids fluttered open forcefully just enough to catch a horrifying glimpse—his intestines were being pulled from his body, a horrifying and visceral spectacle.
Two of the black dogs were battling before him on who ought to have the bite of the large intestine. The sensation was nothing short of nightmarish. The cold, clammy feel of the creatures' claws and the sickening sound of tearing flesh filled his senses.
The agony was indescribable. He'd screamed so much that his voice was completely hoarse, yet he wanted the world to know he was dying, so he tried to let out one desperate shriek—
Omen choked brutally as he felt something clamp on his throat; glancing up weakly from his lying position, his closing eyes met the jaw of one of the dogs, which had its massive maw clasped brutally along his throat, and in one violent motion ripped a massive chunk of his neck out.
The creatures continued their relentless assault, their bloodlust insatiable. The last remnants of Omen's consciousness were overwhelmed by the primal, savage fury of the dog-like monsters. His vision dimmed, his body grew cold, and the once-proud figure of Omen was consumed entirely by the darkness and brutality of death.
Before the rest of the world, Omen's corpse grew cold.
[Status: Inactive]
[Emotion: anguish]
[Emotion stolen until tranquillity: 5/100]
[Permission to reincarnate avatar?]
[Permission Denied]