As Ned kept on devouring the swarm of Grade E flying beasts. He noticed motion on his right. Yaluk threw by Anita. Splintered woods were cleaned thoroughly by Yaluk's bloodied face.
Ned revealed a smile. Anita wasn't ordinary at all. His creator—Anita called him, Father—must be some kind of Engineer. But being an engineer alone couldn't create such... Child. Ned wondered, even if they succeeded in combining different core, created a body—even a perfect one. That would not be enough to give life. There must be a complex system that occurred during Anita's creation.
Ned strained his hand, the air around him hummed of noises, that only he could make. The Time to Loot's crew—or what had remained of them—went from bulging eyes to a gaping mouth. They'd rather fight a single brute monster than repel thousands of swarming beasts. For them, that would be near impossible. But seeing Ned handle the rest of the swarm, they felt relieved and skeptical at the same time.
