Spirit Fiends were a different kind of menace within the great void. They had a knack for tracing anything that had exploitable weaknesses in its circuit of fuels, be it weak Rules in a world, a leak of energy in a dying organism – anything. The fact that they never hunted on their own only made encountering them even worse.
"Oh, hideous fuckers," said Kintar, grimacing when one of the Fiends pulled its head out of the glimmering surface of the world, revealing nothing but a giant maw with sparse, glowing fangs. It spotted no eyes – nor a face for that matter. It was a simple stretch of chitinous thorax with three pairs of appendages ending with claws.
"Let's see here. An Intensity 1 Mirdall should be enough." Kintar hovered over to a different console and waved her fingers over it, activating some mechanism.
