Chapter Sixty-Four

Amante POV

Venomous rage worms its way stealthily in every vein of my body. It succumbed my whole being completely before I even realized its existence.

It tasted very bitter to my tongue. I almost vomit at the intense odor it emits, and my ears were hurt and sore with its snarls and screams.

It takes a thief to catch a thief, and a traitor hated being betrayed. That was what I felt when I noticed I almost had been played upon by some creature deemed to extinction.

Tikbalang, as Banyan called them, tried to ambush my mission. I almost fell into their trap. That one who dared to copy Banyan’s physical appearance now lay on the ground with its head decapitated from its body. Gel-like gore splattered around when I trampled it furiously with my hefty and gigantic paws.

As expected, there were sounds of neighs, snorts, even thumps of several hooves pounding the roughness of the forest grou