Litrakq cracked her neck as she stepped outside of her tent, still chewing on a knight's ear.
The cartilages crunched in a most satisfactory manner under the pressure of her teeth, a most blissful sensation as the act of devouring humans also stimulated her composite bloodline, nothing much had happened yet, but she could feel that something was brewing within her…
Looking around, she could see the battle still raging on, there were no piles of corpses, however, she had assembled a cleaning crew that went around to collect bodies as they accumulated, regardly of whether it was the remains of human, elf, or dirt-blood.
The only piles of cadavers were the ones within the camp, but unfortunately, many of them were rotting, the remains of enemies were often gobbled up first, but there were just too many corpses overall, even the ravenous dirt-bloods were unable to devour it all.
But that was a good thing, actually.
