SIGRID

At that moment, I was beyond grateful for my knowledge of black magic.

Even so, despite all the strange things I had witnessed, watching the trunk of that tree split open, with dark, tar-like blood oozing onto the ground from within, and the body of that man being "released"—that was a scene that would be burned into my memory forever.

Half of his body tumbled out of the tree trunk, barely recognizable, his raw flesh exposed and slowly being devoured.

He tried to crawl forward using his