Raven walked up the broken road with a blissful smile on her face that almost looked ecstatic. With every step she took, she felt her power grow ever so slightly.
There was nothing in her vicinity that could be still said to be standing. Trees, houses, and even power poles were all trampled under the monsters as they made their way up the slope in groups of hundreds.
Raven looked from left to right, seeing the open space around her with the destroyed village. How long had she been waiting for this? How many months-long hibernations did she have to go under to still be alive 150 years later to witness this?
She had struggled quite a lot, but it had all been worth it for her.
As the people died under the Crawler's feet, they empowered her, and that empowering to her felt wonderful. The closest thing she could compare it to was drinking a glass of cold water on a hot day after not drinking anything for nearly half the day.
