The Histscream emptied its bowels of all the remains, leaving behind a trail of steaming skeletons that fills a forest clearing edge to edge with its bulk.

Having emptied itself fully, it would resume its feasting.. This time though, it won’t digest anything it catches… They’ll all be joining it on its long hibernation.

Somewhere in the pile is Madeline’s bones.. Identification, of course, will be impossible. The mercenary has mixed in with all the other prey. Indistinguishable from any other person that had been horribly digested by the Histscream.

One of the shit covered skulls will be hers though, a disgraceful final tombstone for a great warrior.

In the World of Bones, it doesn’t matter how skilled, careful, or well armed you are. There is always something smarter, stronger, and hungrier out there just waiting to use you to fill its belly with live squirming prey…

…That thing is usually a Histscream.