Chump
Chump
In the desolate expanse, the macabre symphony of flesh being torn and devoured filled the air, punctuated by the gnashing of teeth as Newt consumed the remains of fallen humans.
"Unfortunately, this vessel can only contain the power of Neon for a fleeting fifteen minutes," Newt muttered between mouthfuls, grappling with the limitations of his current form.
Despite the grotesque act of consuming human flesh, Newt found himself oddly devoid of revulsion. "It's curious how quickly I've adapted to this unsettling habit," he remarked, casting a dispassionate gaze over the carnage surrounding him.
Perplexed by the absence of any attempts to retrieve the fallen, Newt pondered the peculiar circumstances. "Why haven't their sects reclaimed their fallen comrades?" he mused aloud, his thoughts drifting as he continued his grim feast.
