The chaos intensified as the remaining packs tore into each other with a desperation that bordered on madness. The battlefield had become a twisted canvas of violence and survival, every movement a brutal testament to the darkness grip on this world.
A west Roamer writhed under the combined assault of two eastern attackers. Its limbs flailed, each strike met with ruthless force as they shredded its flesh. The creature's guttural hisses grew weaker until, with one final, wet gasp, its chest cavity was torn open, revealing the pulsating core within. The eastern Roamers wasted no time. One lunged forward, jaws widening unnaturally to consume the exposed black larvae worm, its form rippling with faint, dark energy as it fed.
