Chapter Sixty Four

Every living creature feared death on an instinctual level. Sentient or not, an organism would always take steps that would ensure its life, its kind remained in existence. Death was the enemy of life. Death was unavoidable end of all things that lived and breathed.

Death... was standing right before it.

It was everywhere around the boy, clinging to him in the form of a noxious semitransparent cloud of dark smoke. Nothing could exist in the presence of death, especially things that represented life. Like warmth. The temperature in a wide area of the entire forest dropped like a stone in a river. Small layers of chilly fog began to formulate near ground level. The night dew slowly turned to frost on the leaves and rocks around. The forest plant life had not gotten off easy either. The ground around where the boy stood was entirely devoid of any green matter. Any thing that even a wisp of that deathly miasma touched, shriveled up near instantly.

But what probably stood out the m
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