Valentius had thought that Marek would do things in that rune which would have made a nun cry in mute horror.
Or maybe that was his wish. He didn't know.
Now that he had a taste, he knew that Marek was there for him, and he knew that he would be gentle, but Valentius just let him keep him under his spell.
But that was before Marek decided Valentius was too chubby for him.
No, the demon, for the Boliarin could be nothing else, was walking around half-naked and making Albert and him chase after him.
The man was always out of reach. He always had a teasing smile on his lips.
Valentius decided it was strange that Marek was like this here, but had been a horror made flesh to the dungeon core that had created him.
Tatiana.
That was the name of the being who used the mantises. That was the name of the horror that should have been burned and crushed long ago.
They were running. Valentius could feel the mana on him. The runes burned his fat even faster than they had the right to.
