The trio moved forward, the tunnels ahead glowed faintly—blue veins of light snaking along the walls and floor like living circuits. The deeper they went, the hotter it got.
No one spoke at first.
The silence after a fight like that always hung heavy.
But Savier… never one to hold his tongue, finally broke it.
"So those freaks back there? The armored ones? That was insane. How the hell are Eaters evolving like that? Ordinary humans wouldn't last a second just seeing those things."
Johnquis kept his eyes ahead, tone flat. "They're not evolving. They're adapting. Faster than we can study them."
Savier scoffed. "Abnormal Eater, my ass. Real creative name, Guild."
"It's not about creativity. It's classification. We don't need pretty names, we need to know how to kill them. And right now, no one knows what they'll turn into next.
