"Hmm?" Brangara landed atop a pile of rubble and calmly eyed the floor stretching out before him. As he pondered, the body of an Empyrean Tusk collapsed a few kilometres behind him, generating a rumbling in response, displacing all forms of matter in the form of a tsunami.
The Empyrean Tusk sported bite marks across its body, large and numerous enough to make a difference even on a being of its size and mass. Three of its knees seemed to have been consumed completely while the fourth had been clobbered into a mush.
A few of its organs spilled out while most of its intestines had been gnawed upon. The trunk had been cleanly diced until it resembled noodles while the tusks formed a strange contrast wih their pristine condition.
The fact that they were pristine was an indicator that they hadn't been used in a battle, a sign of how overwhelmingly one-sided it had been. And the outcome of it all was shown on the head, where one side was missing.
