The Hydra sneered at the mangled prey lying before it. Today had been a filthy day—a rival dragon had dared to intrude on its territory, and while the Hydra had shredded the intruder into pieces, its rage remained unquenched. To make matters worse, a peculiar, unsettling aura emanated from the prey it had intended to devour.
However, upon closer inspection, that feeling of unease melted away.
Sniff, sniff.
The Hydra's nine heads inhaled the prey's scent, picking up a hint of something sweet amidst the unpleasant odor. Instinctively, it knew—this was nourishment. It had encountered this sweet smell a few times before, and each time it consumed such prey, it had evolved, growing larger and stronger.
Hissss.
