"He…hehe…finally!" Virala burst into laughter like a deranged person, his expression long within the realm of insanity. Veins jutted on his arm as he dragged the corpse of a Zincuar towards the cave, leaving no traces of blood, since the wounds were faint and had already been healed by the Zincuar's Prana.
It had been a month since they began their survival in the wilds, facing dangers in every corner. Even now, they hadn't managed to succeed in killing a Zincuar. Instead, they used Zinger Shrieks to disorient the senses of the predator that had killed the Zincuar and caused it to flee.
Immediately in response, Virala rushed to the Zincuar's corpse and dragged it to their cave. He stared at it while drooling, "Finally! Something that I can call food that isn't poison."
