114 Potential of a Fiend (1/2)

I laid down on the ground, taking deep breaths and sweating heavily.

One look at the numerous wounds in my body and one would think that I had gone through some gruesome war, and they would be correct.

The fight I had just taken part in was not short of a war from my point of view.

And I had won the war.

Coincidental as it might have been, I had won against more than 300 mutant beasts.

A feat I had not thought was possible before today.

That was the one reason why I spent most of the first half of the battle running away and finding a way to escape instead of making a stand.

That tactic worked. And had not since I had not suffered extensive wounds at the start of battle.

But then Netra had told me that either I fought the mutant horde, or I perish. I didn't have any other choice.

At that moment, I hated her.

I hated her for giving me this impossible task. And I hated the fact that I will lose my lose life because of stupid whim of some stupid girl.

But as I fought the mutant horde, even as I became highly exhausted, I realized that no matter how weak I felt, or how exhausted I became, I always had some strength and stamina left within myself that only needed to brought out and I would be able to fight a bit longer against the horde.

In a sense, this one fight truly made me understand my hidden potential like nothing else.

If I had not fought against the horde, I would have never known that I had such a large pool of stamina and the capability to fight for such long hours.

'It seems like Netra knew me better I knew myself.' I thought with a chuckle as I laid atop the corpses of numerous 2nd and 3rd tier mutant beasts.

At that moment I felt disturbance from the right side as something or someone climbed the corpses to reach me but I felt no need to stand.

Because even under the heavy stench of blood and gore, I was still able to smell her.

She had a distinct smell about her that was different from anything else I've ever smelled.

'Was this because she was a Fiend like me? Probably.'

Her smell was heavy. Like the damp smell of a wood that had been submerged in still water for days and left to rot.

Her smell was not nice.

But for some reason, I liked it.

No, who am I kidding, I loved that smell.

In fact, I felt that I could not get enough of that smell. Especially right now. After such a long and tiring battle.