The group gathered within the town ruins, setting up a temporary camp. The Xaos forces spread out, maintaining a constant watch while the Turkin soldiers prepared themselves for the night. Despite the eerie calm, no one could shake the tension that lingered in the air. They had stumbled upon something far worse than they had anticipated.
Vlad sat at the edge of the camp, his mind racing. Whatever had consumed the life here wasn't natural. The hunger it demonstrated was terrifying, and its ability to leave no trace behind was even more so. He glanced over at Jormungandr and Ouroboros. The two Depravitas were using their A.I. Chips to monitor the surroundings, their expressions mirroring his own concerns.
Freya approached Vlad, her brow furrowed in thought. "What do you think we're dealing with here? What could devour everything—demons included—without leaving a single trace?"
