Leo squeezed his eyes shut, a reflexive, useless gesture. It was too late.
For a fraction of a second, he had met the gaze of the toad’s three hypnotic eyes.
A creeping numbness stole the strength from his muscles.
The melodious croaking swelled into a symphony, seeming to come from all directions at once. He heard the soft, wet slap of their feet drawing near, the squelch of acid weeping from their skin. The acrid stench of it, like rotting
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