She was indeed dead.
The only closest person who had been with it for so long was now dead.
All signs of life were gone.
It had promised her that it would eat devoutly, until the entire town was devoured, until the mountains were gnawed away through its effort, until it had eaten its way across the world.
But she would never see that day.
A sorrow emerged from the Cyclops of the flesh sea. It thought its strength could protect her well enough, but alas, things had not gone as planned. It closed its eyes, hot and heavy tears seeping out from the corners.
It began to understand what "loss" felt like. With that thought, it choked back tears as it threw the woman's skull and the attached neck into its mouth, crying out in grief while it chewed.
A strange feeling arose from the mixture of sorrow and the satisfaction of feeding, but the sensation was fleeting because it had finished eating.
