The figure stepped closer, its heavy steps crunching against the debris. Pax's vision blurred, but he could make out the silhouette of someone huge, someone who didn't belong here. The figure crouched down, tilting his head as he examined him with a mix of curiosity and disgust.
"You're a mess," the voice said, almost amused. "What kind of freak are you supposed to be?"
Pax tried to speak, to beg, to threaten, but all that came out was a gurgling, incoherent noise. The figure sighed, standing up and brushing off his hands.
"Well, whatever. Not my problem."
With that, the shadow turned and walked away, leaving Pax to writhe in agony, his body slowly succumbing to the venom. The last thing he saw before his vision faded completely was the retreating figure, disappearing into the darkness of the destroyed city.
