Philip marched through the graveyard behind the church. From his eyes, everything appeared frozen as if someone had hit one big pause button, and he was the only one that could move. Usually, Philip marvelled at this effect. But right now, he was just pissed.He was staring down at a large bundle of vines. Well, his original thought was that they were vines, but upon closer inspection, he realized they were thick, fleshy tendrils. Even while pissed, the thought gave him chills. Even then, he followed the things with resolve. At some point, he reached a large tomb. The 'vines' went in there, and they were noticeably thicker. This had to be it. For a moment, a small part, a part Philip wasn't proud of, said that he should just leave them, that they had been slowing him down since they had met, and they were just burdens. That part of him was right, and he knew it. But the bigger part of him, the human part of him said that he would go in there, kill whatever eldritch horror awaited
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