Chapter 38 — The Hound of Hell [3]
Shaking the blood off my blade, I walked toward the fallen Hellhound.
A few seconds later, its corpse began to fade—then disappeared completely.
Despawn animation. Same as the game. The world really is running on that engine. Every confirmation makes me more confident in my meta-knowledge.
"Damn, I thought I'd die from the tension."
Fighting the Hellhound itself wasn't all that difficult.
But this battle had been, in a way, my first fight where my life was truly on the line.
Because I'd wagered my own life, the tension had left me mentally and physically drained.
I'll have to get used to this. There'll be more of these in the future. Derek Bonhart. Eleanor Blackwell. The Disciplinary Committee entrance exam. Lucas Thorne's hidden agenda. Roy Ashford's magician games. This was just the tutorial boss.
I didn't want to get used to it—but until I returned to my original world, there wasn't much choice.
Well, putting that aside…
