Chapter 64: BIRTH OF THE ABNORMAL EATERS.
The trio moved forward, the tunnels ahead glowed faintly—blue veins of light snaking along the walls and floor like living circuits. The deeper they went, the hotter it got.
No one spoke at first.
The silence after a fight like that always hung heavy.
But Savier... never one to hold his tongue, finally broke it.
"So those freaks back there? The armored ones? That was insane. How the hell are Eaters evolving like that? Ordinary humans wouldn’t last a second just seeing those things."
Johnquis kept his eyes ahead, tone flat. "They’re not evolving. They’re adapting. Faster than we can study them."
Savier scoffed. "Abnormal Eater, my ass. Real creative name, Guild."
"It’s not about creativity. It’s classification. We don’t need pretty names, we need to know how to kill them. And right now, no one knows what they’ll turn into next.
Dancer moved ahead of them, silent and watchful—just like always, taking the lead. Her claws scraped gently against the walls now and then, testing the material. The tunnel twisted around them like the insides of some long-dead worm, veined and pulsing with a slow, unnatural rhythm.
Johnquis continued, voice steady.
"Eaters weren’t always like this. The early ones... they were just rotten things. Fast, dumb, hungry. All they wanted was to devour everything in sight."