He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a creature so terrifying that even other monsters gave it a wide berth. They said it didn't just kill; it consumed the very essence of a person, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. Danny knew he should be running the other way, but desperation is a powerful motivator. His camp was dying, and rumors suggested the Soul Eater guarded a cache of pre-Arriving tech that could save them.
In a heartbeat, the monster was there. Wyn didn't roar; he leaned in, his monstrous form looming over Danny, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of human fear. But as he leaned closer, the predatory hunger in his eyes flickered, replaced by an intense, confusing curiosity.
The air in the Waste was thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth, a constant reminder that this wasn't the world humans were built for. Danny adjusted the straps of his pack, his eyes scanning the jagged horizon. He was a scavenger, a ghost in a land of monsters, but today, he was hunting something specific. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne
"I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he made no move to strike.
Danny tripped. A single loose stone skittered down the ravine, sounding like a gunshot in the dead silence. He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a
"I'm... efficient," Danny managed to choke out, clutching his rusted pipe like a shield.
"I'd probably give you indigestion," Danny retorted, his voice trembling despite the bravado. His camp was dying, and rumors suggested the
"You're small," the Soul Eater rumbled, the sound vibrating in Danny’s chest.