[: 3rd POV :]
The battlefield had fallen into a grotesque stillness, the air thick with the lingering remnants of devoured existence.
Where disciplined soldiers once stood, there was now only silence, and at its centre, a towering abomination that pulsed with stolen fragments of power.
Daniel looked at it not with shock or curiosity but with quiet disdain.
His gaze swept over the leader's transformed body, the distorted limbs, the writhing flesh, the unnatural fusion of countless beings forced into a single, unstable existence.
Every inch of it screamed impurity, desperation, and failure.
For a brief moment, Daniel said nothing.
Yet...
"You're done with your job, clown?"
The words landed lightly and almost casually.
Yet they cut deeper than any attack that had been unleashed thus far.
The leader froze.
His many eyes twitched, narrowing, widening, struggling to process the sheer audacity of that statement.
