Andrew moved closer to examine it and found a creature that looked like a wild boar, yet was not quite a boar. Its body was as large as a tiger's, and it was filthy, with patches of corpse rot showing through the skin.

Ugly, decaying flesh was covered in coarse black bristles.

Those bristles rustled faintly, like the last few strands of dry hair on an old man.

In an instant, Andrew realized what it was.

In an instant, Andrew deduced that this must be a wild boar that had mutated from feeding on corpses for an extended period. Normal boars never grew to this size, but Wraith Graveyard was littered with dead bodies.

This boar had gorged itself for so long that it had transformed. Its organs had begun to rot and fall off, its ferocity had intensified, and it had become a mindless killer that attacked anything living on sight.

Not far from the dead boar's carcass lay a human body. The corpse was sprawled face-up and had been dead for at least two days, with all its internal organs com