The deeper they pushed, the thicker the air got. A humid fog that tasted like rust and spoiled flesh. The fleshy roots thickened into massive cables, merging into a single grotesque mass at the heart of the plaza. Every step closer, the floor pulsed warm under their feet like they were walking across a living thing's belly.
Johnquis flicked his chain to the side, eyes scanning the twitching sacs overhead. Some of the eggs had already split open, half-formed things squirming out, boneless limbs flailing before they dissolved back into the pulsing floor.
[UNFORMED EATER]
[LEVEL: 0]
[FEED POINTS: 0]
"Yikes… so this is where Eaters come from. Never really thought about it. First time stepping inside one of their nests and look at those things. Half-cooked freaks. Eeeh."
He nudged one with his boot. It popped like rotten fruit, spraying slime. He wiped his boot on the fleshy floor.
He glanced at Dancer, who was prowling ahead, eyes locked on the mass in the center.
