My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 41 : Aphid

Perspective : Conrad Garnier

As those insects lunged down from above, I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Time seemed to slow, every detail etching itself into my mind with crystal clarity. The bugs' elongated forelimbs shimmered ominously as they sliced through the air, closing in on us with alarming speed.

In that split second, due to my command, we all dispersed in pure impulse, like a flock of startled birds, each of us scrambling in different directions, driven by sheer instinct and the desperate need for self-preservation. I could hear the pounding of my own footsteps against the cave floor, the sound intensified with each stride.

The air around me crackled with electricity, a sense of urgency and fear enveloped us all. The cave walls echoed with our frantic movements, the echoes blending with the chorus of screams and the relentless buzz of those bugs. Pebbles scattered in all directions as we darted between stalagmites and leapt over jagged rocks, our rush-fueled movemen