A deafening gasp spread through both armies at the sight of the gruesome aftermath.
There was no doubt that the centipede had been a fearsome monster with inconceivable strength. Its venom, its electrical discharges, and that glossy obsidian carapace—everything about the creature made it seem invulnerable. Even a Saint would question their chances of victory, let alone achieving it in such a short span. Protecting their own lives was already the best they could hope for.
And yet, this abomination had still been defeated. No, more than that—it had been pulverized, wiped out, reduced to a shredded, dripping pulp in under two minutes. The acrid, acidic scent of its fluids still hung in the air, stinging nostrils and burning eyes.
"Absolute monster…" one soldier murmured in a trembling voice, summing up what everyone else was thinking.
