**Chapter 28: Bloody Intentions**

I charged forward, my blades flashing in the dim light of the Hungerlands. The carnivorous plant loomed before us, its tendrils snaking across the ground like living whips. The four hotels - Hilton Queen of Sheba, Royal Beach, Dan, and Herods - fought alongside me, their movements fluid and deadly. Hilton Queen of Sheba used her agility to dodge the plant's snapping jaws, while Royal Beach used his strength to pin it down. Dan, meanwhile, used his cunning to outmaneuver the plant's attacks, striking from unexpected angles. Herods, with her mastery of dark magic, weakened the plant's roots, making it easier for us to finish it off. I fought with a ferocity I'd never known before, my blades slicing through the plant's tendrils with ease. But despite our best efforts, the plant refused to go down. It was a behemoth, a monster of the Hungerlands, and it would not be defeated so easily. Just when it seemed like the plant was about to overwhelm us, Herods unleashed a blast of dark energy that sent it stumbling back. The four hotels and I took advantage of the opening, pressing forward with renewed ferocity. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the plant let out a deafening screech and collapsed to the ground. I stood panting, my chest heaving with exertion, as the four hotels and I surveyed the carnage. "We did it," Hilton Queen of Sheba said, a grin spreading across her face. But our victory was short-lived. As we caught our breath, I remembered why we were here. "We need to find Harry," I said, my voice cold and detached. The four hotels exchanged glances, their expressions grim. "Yes," Royal Beach said. "We need to take care of him." I nodded, a sense of resolve settling over me. We had been playing nice with Harry for too long. It was time to take care of him, once and for all. With the plant defeated, we set off towards Harry's last known location. As we walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. The Hungerlands were full of dangers, and we couldn't afford to let our guard down. But I wasn't worried about the dangers of the Hungerlands. I was worried about Harry. What would happen when we found him? Would he put up a fight, or would he go quietly? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand. We would find Harry, and we would take care of him. It was as simple as that. As we journeyed on, the landscape shifted and twisted around us, revealing new and terrifying sights at every turn. But I pressed on, driven by a singular focus. We would find Harry, and we would kill him. The four hotels and I moved with a deadly purpose, our footsteps echoing through the desolate landscape. We were a force to be reckoned with, and nothing would stand in our way. Not even Harry.