Corroded Tattered Notes (III)

Corroded Tattered Notes (III)

My 34th pause to rest. I don't know whether it's day or night. There's no wind. By the grace of Barbatos above, as I'm writing this very line, I can see one of the larger monsters devouring a member of its pack. It's happening in a plain just over yonder. This is a once-in-a-lifetime observation, so I need to record it. Archons above... It's digested its kin in an instant. Now its body is bulging... No, it's expanding... Oh, hell. It's looking this way. Did it see me? I have to g (...The rest of the page is marred by corrosion...)