Odile couldn't respond. He had never seen this atrocity before. His senses no longer functioned properly. He could barely hear anything except for the slight movements the beast made. His eyes were focused solely on the abomination. He lost his sense of surroundings, becoming bumbled with directions. He could no longer smell anything other than that otherworldly odor. All of his senses failed, except one - survival.

With all of the strength he could muster, he ran away from the beast. He didn't think about Natala and Liza. He only wanted to live. Even with his curse, he knew that he should run. Whatever than thing was, it was dangerous. More dangerous than anything that Odile had ever seen. Even with the wound on his chest, he could muster the strength to run. He would do anything it would take to survive.