Swimming as fast as he could, Denser raced death to the top, light eaters unhappy with the dead creature, now going for Denser right behind death. Denser made it out of the murky pond with no seconds left to spare. But before he had a chance to breathe again, the light eaters had attacked his already weakened body. They sent him hurling into the peeling wood of the shed, and he was howling in pain as they fed on the strands of flesh from his leg. Denser felt sick. He watched them feed. Pink strands. White strands. Red strands. All the flesh as they pulled it from its place and slowly chewed it like spaghetti. The deep blood was slowly dripping from his life and they were drinking it in delight. They moved further upon his body repeating the same terrifying process. Who had made such a spell? The pain and abhorrence was too much for Denser, his eyes closed, and he waited for his painful, horrid death.
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