Chapter 199: Managing the Situation
Elmo wasn't sure if Elin was really going to be alright. She'd collapsed, and caught by Lance, when the devourer had come out of her, though it hardly looked like anything. Almost like it was entirely a pink kind of tail.
Closer to a worm in appearance than what he'd expected it to look like.
Yet, as soon as it hit the ground, it seemed to disappear from Elmo's vision. Which told him that it had either used a kind of invisibility on itself or that it was just incredibly fast.
What he suspected was that it was invisible more than anything else. As if it moved too fast for his eyes to catch up with it, then he couldn't see what the point of getting it to come out in the first place or even why they hadn't spread all across this world.
Then before he could even say what was going through his mind about them, Kim jabbed the ground with her short sword, creating a squeaking sound that Elmo thought was completely out of place, until he was able to make out what had been caught by the sword: the devourer was now completely visible and unmoving, as well as cut into two pieces.
"That should take care of that," Kim declared, sounding satisfied with the result.
Elmo couldn't say why, but the sight of the pink tail-like thing severed like it had been, made Elmo feel a little squeamish and just a little nauseas. It iddn't look like anything he'd seen before, other than worms, but those typically hadn't been more of a pink color.
"You know, I expected it to look a little different," one of the people observing what had happened remarked. "I thought it would look more like a rodent than whatever that."
"No kidding," another replied. "If I saw that when I was walking along, I'd have thought that it was something else entirely."
Enough!" Jonas called out, drawing everyone's attention and quieting all the conversations that had suddenly sprung up. "What we need to do now is find those who have a devourer in them."
Jonas' gaze swept across the entire group, and even to Elmo it felt like he was looking at each person individually, even as his gaze moved, not lasting for more than a second on any particular person