His stride became slow and wobbly, but he made it to the farmhouse without falling to the ground and going unconscious. Right now he needed his bed and sleep. Never in his life had he felt so tired and useless, like every ounce of energy had been sucked out of him. Feeling weak was an understatement. Honestly, it felt as if his blood had been removed from their veins without needles or suction, which had left him exhausted, dizzy, and nauseated.
A minute later he had made his way into the farmhouse and started to climb the stairs, one by one. The purple light dimmed a bit, becoming subdued, and the s**t-stench that bothered him a few minutes ago had somewhat dissipated. The goo-coated wheat shafts were still on the floor, though; the only signs of whatever the heck that being/thing/monstr
