Flesh. Bone. Blood. A feast of raw essence lay before the creature, broken, scattered, yet teeming with the lingering traces of mana, blood, and soul. The moment the torn sinew touched its tongue, something deep within its fractured being reacted.
A violent pulse rippled through its unstable form, like a dying ember rekindling itself in the heart of an inferno. The creature shuddered, its jagged body lurching forward as it devoured another chunk, then another.
The corpses of the fallen beasts, their lifeblood spilled uselessly into the dirt, belonged to it now. Each bite stitched together the cracks in its existence. Each swallow filled the void of stolen essence even if it was just a tiny minuscule bit.
The pain of incompleteness remained, festering like an open wound, but this… this was a start.
Hissssss…
This wasn't enough. It needed more. A lot more.