Chapter 45: The Heart That Refused to Die, and the God That Fed It
Before me lay six massive hunks of carcass—each still humming faintly with the echo of a kill hard-won and recent. The aftermath of my "fun time" with Kimchi had left the room hazy with pheromonal humidity and psychic aftershocks, but true to her dutiful nature, she had slithered off shortly afterward to procure something with a bit more iron and muscle fiber than my particular brand of protein. A snack was fine; a proper meal was necessary.
That left me alone with the beast's remains. Or more accurately—my prey.
"Onyx," I had called earlier, "fetch the jungle predator's biomass. I trust you didn't digest anything important?"
