The Monster Feast

The group gathered around the Skalvern's massive body, the beast lying still on the ground, its thorny fur glistening in the fading sunlight. Mikhailis adjusted his glasses, tapping the side to activate the augmented display. Instantly, data began to filter through his vision, and Rodion's voice spoke in his mind, guiding him as he assessed the creature.

Bright markers appeared, coloring the beast's body in sections. Red highlighted the dangerous parts—glands that were filled with toxic substances. Green indicated the consumable meat, mostly in the legs and parts of the back.

"So, the legs are the best bet," Mikhailis muttered, his gaze following Rodion's recommendations.

The creature was intimidating even in death—scales covering its legs, thorns protruding from its thick coat. He grinned, nodding.

"Looks like we won't starve tonight."

Rodion's voice, cold and mechanical, continued.