Yet while he was concentrating with all his might to control and condense the Aether on the surface of his skin, the Digestors kept piling up in his direction, piling on top of each other like a voracious zombie pack ready to do anything to get a bite out of him.
The Myrmidian and Kintharian blood circulating in his stomach contained the precious genetic and Aetheric code that allowed these creatures to mutate and evolve. To the Digestors, Jake right now was like a shining beacon of light.
His smell was so enticing that the creatures couldn't suppress their urges, each of them salivating profusely as if a tap had been left on. Jake's unique Aether was the most bewitching and attractive flavor, and absolutely nothing, not even their fellow brethren could deprive them of such a meal. It was a compelling hunger that nothing could contradict.
