A bone-cracking sound echoed throughout the deserted area as the Sycrax devoured Barry's body, blood trickling down its grotesque mouth in thick, crimson streams. After gnawing on him for a few agonizing moments, it finally swallowed, a low, satisfied rumble emanating from its chest.
"Delicious," the Sycrax growled in a deep, guttural tone. It spoke in a language foreign to Miley, who stood several meters away, her body trembling and her heart pounding. Cold sweat dripped down her face, her wide eyes reflecting the brutal scene she had just witnessed.
The Sycrax had torn through her comrades with terrifying ease, reducing them to lifeless heaps of flesh and bone. The high staff members were called that for a reason—their strength far exceeded that of ordinary staff. Yet, this creature had decimated them effortlessly, as though they were nothing more than fragile toys. The sight of their brutal defeat made their formidable abilities seem laughably insignificant.
