Chapter Seventy
Xavier How did I think I could defend myself from this? This force of nature? Xavier Black, the kraken says. I don't know how it knows my name. I don't know how it speaks English. No— speaking and English are the wrong words. The kraken has it own language, and it resonates. Its voice resonate inside my head like thoughts, and it's completely f*****g terrifying. Boy. Need you. Help. A tentacle passes in front of my face. Blood leaks from a dozen gunshot wounds, purple flesh rent apart by bits of metal, and I wonder if the kraken is showing me something. Or trying to make a point. Two yellow eyes with black slits for pupils stare meaningfully at me. The eyes are so bright that water lights up around them. That's when I realize— Gorebury. The lake is light because the kraken's eyes ar
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