Vonjo wiped his hands clean, flicking away the last fragments of metal dust as if brushing off the remains of the old Van.
The ground where the vehicle once stood was bare now, faint scorch marks left behind by the devouring process.
The twisted metal and shattered glass had been drawn into his hand and absorbed into his devouring ability, leaving nothing but the faint smell of burnt oil and singed rubber.
On his shoulder, the three-headed frog shifted, its three throats letting out a lazy ribbit-ribbit-croak in discordant rhythm. Vonjo tilted his head at it and smirked.
"You're thinking about transportation too, huh?" he said with a lopsided grin. "Relax. I didn't destroy the Van for nothing. I planned this."
He started down the cracked street with easy strides, the frog hopping slightly to keep balance on his shoulder as the faint wind from the cursed zone's outskirts blew grit into the air.
The city in this sector felt different—less alive.
