The Shadow Demon's slaughter did not leave behind any bodies for the Giants to resurrect.
Or rather, it had consumed all of these bodies itself.
Apart from the Antlers, the monks resurrected by them, and Red, were all torn to pieces and devoured by the Shadow Demon as well.
The Shadow Demon seemed particularly adept at dealing with these resurrected undead—it always precisely attacked the hearts and skulls of these beings at the same time. A mere effortless penetration was enough to kill them directly. It was as skilled and elegant as a gourmet peeling the shell off a crab.
Watching the Shadow Demon turn back into a liquid, dripping down from the hole and flowing back into its shadowy pool beneath it, Aiwass asked curiously, "Is the slaughter and consumption you do in your dreams also a true and effective 'nourishment' for you?"
"Of course,"
The Shadow Demon's voice rumbled deep and hoarse, like a lion's growl, "Rather, it's an easier meal to digest.
