It turned, its infrared gaze catching sight of three distinct body heat signatures in the distance.
"I will take care of this immediately—"
"Worry not," The Unmaker interrupted before vanishing into a puff of mist, its voice lingering. "It is time I feed."
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Meanwhile, towards the entrance of the cave, I and my brothers stood, eyes widened, breath trembling as we saw the unending carnage before us.
We had returned from months of exploring, and though we found no delicious humans, we did return with strange loot, metals, and iron tools we had found along the way.
Unfortunately, we had not met our clan members but their—their decomposing bodies, and my mind shook.
"Drakon!" One of my men whispered to me, a short man with an eye patch made of beast hide, it was to conceal the wound he had gotten when fighting a Skilion.
His other eye was glowing red, an eye that currently trembled at what he saw.
