His system absorbed what it could from the alien hunters, processing their essence into usable mana, integrating knowledge about their biology and capabilities. The information would be useful if he encountered more of them.
And he suspected he would. The pack leader had escaped. It would report back to whatever larger organization these Scavenetores belonged to. Eventually, there would be consequences for this slaughter.
He rejected the integration as he didn't want to have implications.
Jorghan walked toward where Nami held the sobbing child, ready to offer comfort and assurance that she was safe now.
He was halfway across the clearing when his senses screamed a warning.
Something was flying toward them, fast and agile, moving with purpose through the forest canopy.
Not a ship, something smaller, he could tell that.
Biological rather than technological, if the essence signature he detected was accurate.
