Brand utilized the effect of his new title, commanding the demon worms to carry and place the corpses before him.
At first, he wondered if the worms would rebel—after all, they were handling their own kind. But they obeyed, moving without a hint of resistance. Not even a twitch of hesitation.
'I'm at the top of the hierarchy now, and the demon worms will follow any command I give…'
The realization gave him a strange sense of power, and he wasn't about to complain. It saved time, and right now, every second mattered.
He packed the mandibles and goo into containers, then stored them in his dimensional pouch.
The thick, sour scent of decay lingered in the cavern, and the air still vibrated with the faint aftertaste of magic—a reminder that this world never stayed the same for long.
