"Eat it," Luke ordered.
The one-horned wolf froze.
It let out a terrified whimper, shaking its head vigorously.
Even in death, the monitor lizard pseudo-dragon's presence was terrifying.
It feared that eating its corpse would lead to its own death.
Luke's eyes darkened.
"Eat it," he repeated, his tone sharper.
The one-horned wolf flinched.
Compared to the dead pseudo-dragon, it feared Luke even more.
Trembling, it crept toward the corpse.
Its instincts guided it toward the heart—the most potent organ.
It hesitated one last time.
Then—
It bit down.
