Chapter 11

~ Quick Wits ~

There was no time to think.

The Red Hounds had barricaded him, inching closer steadily, their metallic claws scraping the ground.

Alan had to make a decision now!

“Shit!” He clicked his teeth, reaching into the void once again. By the time he brought his hand out, the enhancement potion was gone, now replaced with the wooden sword he had thought to keep for harder floors.

He didn’t want to use it until he had no other option. But if he didn’t use it now and dies, what was the point of hoarding something that could have saved him?

Putting his enhanced agility to use, Alan crouched slightly before easing his calf muscles. In a single bound, he leaped over the Hounds, landing at the other side, creating more space and time between them.

Feeling the weight of the wooden sword in his grasp, Alan’s spirit felt lifted. He wasn’t sure why, but he couldn’t wait to butcher every single one of the Hounds. Maybe the previous owner of the body hated dogs? Because Alan loved animals,
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