Previous chapter: 
                                    
                                        Chapter 5: The Siren’s Grip
                                
                                                                                        
                                    Next chapter: 
                                    
                                        Chapter 7: Red Flags in Crimson Robes
                                
                                                    PREVIEW
... e going to open your eyes and things are going to be different. Didn't get a chance to play around with the bird, and I barely remember those last fleeting moments in the boar before I passed out. So here we go, let's see what the world has to offer a little guy like me.
The scent of damp earth and the musk of several other boars–probably myself included–hit my snout like a freight train. In a way, I appreciated having access to so many scents, because my eyesight wasn't that great. I co ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
 
                                



























