"ARHHHH!!"
"N-NOO!! DADDDYYY!!!"
"MY LEG, MY LEG!!!!"
The screams echoed through the forest as the squadron that had come to save the people was torn apart, piece by piece, by a monster that spoke their own language.
The soldiers struggled desperately, their weapons blazing and their mech-suits flashing with warning signals, but none of it seemed to matter.
Grace sat on a thick branch high above the ground, her legs dangling casually as she watched Aether massacre the soldiers with nothing but his bare single hand.
She knew he was learning to control his body. More importantly, he was beginning to understand just how much it had changed.
It wasn't as though he had killed them all. He had attacked them, torn off their limbs, and left them writhing in agony, but other than that… he hadn't killed anyone yet, except for the first person he had killed.
It was almost as if he were experimenting with his newfound abilities or… perhaps he had other plans entirely.
