The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] Hmm… Not bad… You know, it tastes similar to wolf meat, just a tad bit saltier…"

With a mangled piece of flesh dangling from his serrated jawline, Aiden hummed happily, throwing an outlandish remark. The blood still not completely escaped from the severed appendage, it oozed from his jawline, further enhancing his terrifying, monstrous image in the eyes of the once haughty Saurus General.

"[Reptilian] You…  Just… W-what in the hell are you?!" Horrified by the gruesome scene the once fierce General was squirming with the unbridled fear that enveloped his heart completely.

Watching your enemy holding a piece of your own flesh, your own arm in his hand, chewing on it like it was the most normal thing to do… Zokor's mind was close to completely shattering, breaking down. This primordial feeling, the previously unknown natural response to his body, the fear was slowly eating away the last bits of his resistance. In fact, the searing pain, the itching of his now-phantom limb was nothing compared to the surging chaos, that threatened to shatter his last remnants of sanity.

*CHOMP!*

Breaking his trail of thoughts, and causing another wave of dread wash over him, the elder skink took another casual bite from the meatier, upper part of his arm, somewhere from his brachialis muscle tendons, tearing apart the biceps and triceps in equal measure. As it calmly, chomped down the next mouthful of his bodily parts, muscle, and hardened skin as well, the robed elder figure looked nonchalant.

This disconnect between his gruesome, horrific action and friendly, casual-looking attitude did only served to beget further strain in the already faltering sanity of the once-fearsome general.

"[Reptilian] Now…" Swallowing the latest bite, smiling to himself as his body began to process the new mass and convert it to new energy whilst also extracting the minuscule amounts of essence from it and sending it to Aiden's Primal Core, he turned to look at the shivering, trembling mutilated Saurus once again. He looked amused as he watched the dangling chains, finding no support from the now missing right side of the man.

If Zokor wouldn't be so horrified, so scared that he descended into a mental stunned state, he could, -albeit with some effort-, escape from his current predicament and even have a sliver of a chance to find his way out of his most humble abode.

Yet, Zokor was in no state to think such convoluted schemes, hatch such plans of escape in his current state. Brought into a delirious semi-conscious, dizzy state through the overwhelming pain of his torn right, and the psychological trauma, he was barely holding onto his sanity at this point. His forehead was grazed with the glistening beads of sweat, his eyes turned into a downward-pointing crescent shape. His nostrils stretched wide with the increase of the air intake, his lips slightly parted, saliva dripping from its corners.

Looking at the miserable state of this proud figure, one of the leaders of the High Priest's cause, Aiden couldn't help but elicit a cruel smirk. Throwing the mangled flesh of arm to the side, he leaned closer, almost touching General Zokor's right ear as he whispered his next words into it.

"[Reptilian] What you feel now… This fear, this ancient, instinctual response… The horror you can barely comprehend… This is what those you killed off and proceeded to consume felt. This state of mind, that you can barely even hear what I'm whispering to you…"

Pulling his head away just so slightly, and turning to face the sweat-ridden delirious expression of the General, Aiden leaned against his forehead.

Their gazes met, almost literally as there was barely any space left between both of their cornea, the thin layer of protective membrane on their eyes, he sneered, slowly uttering his very last words to this defeated monster.

"[Reptilian] This… This is the end, General Zokor."

Zokor could barely even hear the words that were uttered to him. He was barely holding on at this point, long since lost himself in the chaotic storm raging inside his mind. Everything that transpired was way beyond what his feeble mind could process.

Suddenly, his nerves flared up once again. A pain reminiscent of the one he felt and now was terrified off emerged again. His brain immediately shrugging off the cloud of haze waking Zokor from his self-induced stupor, his eyes gained some color almost instantly and grew wide from the sudden electric shock coursing through his nervous system.

Hurriedly, he lowered his gaze, growing shocked before anything else of the sight he was met with.

Only just now registering his nemesis, no… this Devil's Incarnate standing before him. An ominous, eerie smile plastered wide across his face, his usually gentle expression contorted something resembling nothing Zokor had ever seen.

His right arm plunged deep within his very own chest, yet strangely, he felt no pain at all, -he went either numb or way too lost to even register it. Blood spurted from the corners of the edges of the cavity.

There was no pain, nothing at all. Even the usual natural response of his nervous system, the alarming flare seemed to be growing more and more distant. The already dim colors of the world gradually lost their last bits of luster, Zokor's eyes turned hollow in moments.

As his eyelids lost their last bits of resistance, yet before they had fallen shut, the very last image Zokor had seen in this world that he had ultimately failed to dominate like how he wished was the blood-drenched clawed arm holding onto a still pulsating organ. Next to it, a crystalline-shaped object hummed with a sorrow-sounding tune…

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As he felt the life leave his opponent, leaving behind nothing but an empty husk, Aiden shifted his attention to his newly acquired loot. He looked with great anticipation at both precious organs of the very first full-fledged Saurus mass he had seen. A lizardman, the first true member of the lizardmen society. A step above on the societal ladder of their hierarchy… all that brutish might, that untapped physical potential…

He was now holding all that in his very own hands.

Grabbing the Saurus Monster Core with his left hand, he looked at both organs, suddenly finding himself in a weird predicament of what to do.

If consuming the hearts of humans was anything to go by, Aiden wondered if a creature that was superior in almost every aspect except for hidden potential would do to his body. The last time he tried to process the heart of a powerful entity, he almost destroyed an entire city, causing the destruction of thousands in his greed, his thirst for power, and continuous growth.

On the other hand, absorbing the entire carcass of the deceased General along with his Core would most likely trigger the evolution yet again. Though his cover was already barely holding on, he didn't want to fail the little girl, Tolliah…

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