Dyon stood there, looking down at Ri's fragile figure. Everything seemed frozen in time and no one was willing to make the first move.
"Devour." Dyon whispered faintly.
"AAGGGHHH!" Chike writhed in agony.
His soul was being torn apart so slowly that it felt as though every portion of his body was being broken down and grinded into the finest of pieces.
"HELP! HELP ME!"
The members of Planet Nix wanted to move forward, but their queen stopped them with a wave of her hand. A small smile played her features, as though this was exactly what she had wanted to happen. Everything was but a puppet on her strings and she was a master.
The veins of Chike's face bulged and burst, streaking his dark features with a dense and boiling blood.
His arms and legs shriveled inwards, cracking and deforming under the pressure of Dyon's suction.
