I Became a Ruined Character in a Dark Fantasy

Crack—

The larva between his teeth convulsed. Ian let out a wry laugh, finding it amusing that he felt not a shred of disgust. He thrust his pointed tongue forward.

Crunch!

Just as his teeth had, his tongue pierced the larva’s shell as if it were tofu. A muscle in his neck twitched with each swallow.

Gulp... Gulp...

Almost immediately, the larva’s swollen body shriveled, deflating like a balloon.

Rrrrip—

Even as this happened, he continued to collide with the larvae swarming ahead. His momentum had slowed, so they no longer burst on impact but were merely knocked aside, bouncing in every direction. It was then that the tentacles undulating behind him whipped about in a frenzy.

Thwack, thwack, thwack—

Larvae caught in the violet arcs were torn to shreds. Bits of flesh, entrails, and black ichor sprayed through the air, but Ian didn’t spare them a single glance. He was completely absorbed in his meal, savoring every moment. The larva in his mouth had already withered into a desiccated husk, like a mummy.

Crumble—

When Ian finally came to a halt, the dried larva disintegrated into the sand. As the tentacles continued their storming dance, Yog’s lazy whisper followed.