The gigantic demon creature, in the form of a serpent, had its scales ripped and crushed. Its once-proud, powerful body now succumbed to collapse. The Bakunawa, incredulous in the face of the remarkable combat ability of the ants he had underestimated, used its last vestiges of intelligence to survey the surroundings.
At that moment, amid the devastated landscape, it spotted a single distant drop of blood, upon the desolate earth. Although the red hue was typical of a human, the sensation it radiated was immaculate and transcendental. The Bakunawa's mind became enveloped by this solitary drop, a celestial treasure superior to any experience ever lived.
The idea of absorbing it sprouted in its mind, awakening its primal instincts. The small shards of bloodstained scales that remained adhered to its body trembled slightly, tinged with an intrinsic sensation.
