Lyerin crouched down, picking up one of the writhing creatures with delicate fingers. He turned it over, admiring its sharp legs and grotesque mouth, as though it were a precious jewel.
"Do you know what makes these little beauties so fascinating?" he asked, his tone conversational but laced with malice. He didn't wait for an answer.
"They don't just eat flesh. No, no, no. They burrow. They explore. They carve pathways through your body, seeking out the most sensitive nerves, the most delicate organs. And the best part? They release a toxin that amplifies your pain receptors. Every bite, every movement—it'll feel like you're being torn apart from the inside out."
The scarred man's face remained stoic, though the veins in his neck bulged as he clenched his teeth.
