Lith was no Clacker, but his mana perception was high enough to allow him to perceive the earth magic traveling under his feet.
‘Damn, I’d better be quick. I am sure that Clacker didn’t waste its last moments of life to improvise dance moves. It has called for reinforcements.’ Lith thought.
The mass grave had been enlarged so that the various carcasses could be separated based on their quality. In the leftmost corner of the pit, there was a giant cocoon made out of webs and covered in eggs.
Solus’s mana sense could see that the eggs yielded an orange core, while the hatchlings that were taking cover inside the cocoon had already reached a yellow core. Tufts of flaming red hair were scattered around the floor.
Lith gritted his teeth, realizing that his worst fears had come true. Protector’s body was lost.
‘Damn Clackers! I can’t resurrect the dead, but that doesn’t mean I’m willing to let them go away with it.’ Lith jumped out of the pit, releasing a stream of fire on the cocoons until the incubator was turned into a funeral pyre.
The dying screeches of the hatchlings filled him with joy, so he kept pouring fire while watching the eggs boil from within until the pressure made them burst. Hatchling Clackers tried to stop him. Now that he was alone, Lith only needed a glance to unleash several wind blades and turn them into mincemeat.
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