The smaller scorpions arrived at the scene, surrounding the desiccated husk of their fallen kin.
But the killer was nowhere to be seen.
High above, Alex hovered in silence, completely concealed by [Void Shroud]—an ability that bent light and mana around his form, rendering him invisible to the senses of these creatures.
Below, one of the scorpions cautiously prodded the drained carcass, while another jabbed it violently, releasing a shrill hiss of frustration.
From his vantage point, Alex understood the reason for their agitation. There was nothing left to consume.
The scorpion he had killed had already been feeding on another before Alex interrupted, which led him to a grim realization—these creatures were cannibalistic. And now, with the body drained of all Essence, they weren't mourning—they were starving. Their frenzy was not grief, but hunger amplified by frustration.
