Ben's teeth clenched so hard they nearly cracked. That son of a bitch. It's using the Ravagers to evolve.
It was a stroke of genius. Killing two birds with one stone—or rather, feeding itself while keeping him busy. The battlefield wasn't just a fight anymore. It was a goddamn feeding frenzy.
Ben's eyes gleamed, his adaptive muscles coiling like a predator ready to pounce. So that's your game, huh? Using them as both a shield and a feast to evolve mid-fight? His lips curled into a sharp grin. "Two can play that game."
He moved. A Brute ravager come tackling him from behind—his scythe shot forward, slipping cleanly between the gaps in its armor. The creature shrieked, thrashing in pain.
Venom saw the opening, moving to devour it, but Ben was faster. His free hand twisted, morphing into a gaping maw. "CONSUME!"
CHOMP.
The Ravager disappeared into his flesh, devoured in an instant.
[Brute Ravager Consumed. Acquired 55 Biomass.]
