Chapter 67. Doubts

Hubert could barely contain the sudden surge of nausea, retching into a gruesome scene that was as horrifying in its smell as it was in its sight. The acrid stench of decay was potent enough to suggest that it wouldn’t be long before the Superhumans were captured, all drained of their power, left to sink into the vile acidic pit left by the mutated ivy.

“What are we to do?” Hubert questioned, dread permeating his voice: “If this continues, we might end up buried here.”

The blood drained from the faces of all those present as Hubert’s words hung in the air, stark against the chaos. Canis, from below, endeavored to maintain composure, saying: “Let’s stay calm. We will find a solution.”

Yet, as soon as he spoke, another roar echoed. Another Superhuman was caught. In less than five minutes, two bleached skeletons had been tossed into the pit. Hubert swallowed hard, fear knotting in his stomach. Would he meet his end here? He couldn’t, wouldn’t allow it to happen.