Another flicker—Ben moved instantly. His fist lashed out, connecting with solid chitin as the Phantom Ravager reappeared, slamming it viciously into the dirt. The Phantom shrieked in surprise, desperately trying to vanish again—but Ben's grip tightened mercilessly, pinning it down. "Too predictable."
With one decisive strike, he crushed the Ravager's head under his boot, black blood spraying in all directions. "Consume!" [Phantom Ravager consumed. Acquired 65 biomass.]
Ben stood up, breathing steadily, and surveyed the remains of the nest. Corpses littered the area, blood staining the ground dark. He quickly consumed the remaining few Ravagers that lingered nearby, but frustration crept into his expression. "No new body parts again?" Ben muttered, irritation flickering across his face as he kicked a broken Ravager corpse aside. "What kind of garbage luck is this?"
