Totoka River tomorrow will be kinder

It took several seconds of confusion before the horror of reality found him once more - it was not merely wet sand or sea monsters that writhed underneath him, but Siren herself. The pain and panic the shining so clearly in her eyes cut deeper than the demon's teeth ever would, ever could. And in that moment, Marbas realized that he was the demon.

He'd attacked that wolf. The wolf had lied - maybe. But Ishild had been fine, in the end. And now, here, he'd attack the Siren, thinking it the same wolf from before. Attacked with the intent to kill, because the wolf had scored him when he'd lunged first.

Wordlessly, Marbas fled the scene of his crime. In that moment, he did not ever plan to come back - he could not bear to be in the presence of the sea any longer; not when it had witnessed this, the most heinous of crimes. And his legs would not carry him far - he was running on empty, his wound far out of reach and festering quickly.

As soon as he reached the treeline, the bastard collapsed in the shaded dirt and knew no more.