Ben moved the moment he saw the flicker.
His fist shot out and hit solid chitin as the Phantom Ravager reappeared.
He slammed the creature into the dirt.
The Phantom shrieked and tried to vanish again, but Ben tightened his grip and pinned it down.
"Too predictable."
He crushed its head under his boot in one firm stomp.
Black blood sprayed across the ground.
"Consume."
[Phantom Ravager consumed. Acquired 65 biomass.]
Ben straightened and looked over the nest.
Corpses lay everywhere.
Dark blood stained the ground.
He consumed the last few Ravagers that were still intact.
No new body parts appeared.
"No new body parts again?" he muttered, kicking a broken Ravager aside.
Annoyance showed on his face.
"What kind of garbage luck is this?"
At least the biomass gain was decent.
He checked the time.
The supply group should return soon.
'Might as well head back, restock, then get back to hunting.'
The solo hunts were more efficient than he had expected.
