The massive Shiik beast butchering its lessers had finally been overwhelmed, it was inevitable that this would occur. Although it was strong and fast, able to kill its opponents with a single swing or thrust of its powerful limbs, the bodies around it were beginning to pile up and the space for it to maneuver was reducing.
The Shiik should have been able to last longer but it stubbornly refused to move from its position. Although powerful, its growing instincts as a hunter at the top of the food chain were dominating its thought processes and the ground it had claimed would never leave its grasp.
Plus Rowan suspected that its state was peculiar, the fact that it was quiet was suspicious, and if he was not wrong this beast was about to evolve from an Enlightened Calamity to a Heroic Calamity. From the memories Rowan had access to, he knew that this should be impossible.
The Shiik was a valuable Calamity, but the trait of creating life was anathema to their bodies, and they never survived past the Heroic Rank. The process of harvesting the vitality from the waste of the Shiik was convoluted and difficult, but Rowan could effortlessly consume every drop of vitality created by the beast, and give it the opportunity to reach higher levels not deemed previously possible.
Its attackers thrusted their razor-sharp limbs at it, but its armor was many times tougher than normal, and the limbs of the attackers could only leave tiny scratches on its armor.
The giant Shiik was not even pushed back by their assaults and it retaliated fiercely, Its limbs which had no more space to slash, turned to spears and it tirelessly tore its enemies to pieces.
From the growing mounds of bodies around it, a river of greenish-black blood began to flow, and after a while the sounds from the attacking Shiiks also stopped, perhaps it was the silence of the giant Shiik that influenced them or the hundreds of their brethren that had perished, or the instincts hidden in the blood of Calamities, but the only sounds now emerging from this battle was one of flesh tearing, bones and armor breaking and blood flowing.
The silence enhanced the grimness of this battle and the madness of those participating in it.
The aggressors had begun to climb a wall of bodies and they could now assault the giant Shiik, and since the giant Shiik could not easily push through the mounds of bodies enclosing it, it only had two limbs to defend itself, but it was not enough, and it was covered by dozens of Shiik Calamities, and soon that number ballooned to the hundreds.
The giant Shiik remained silent as its armor began to creak as cracks were slowly emerging across the joints in the armor, it struggled to arise and continued its slaughter but the weight over it was pressing it down to the earth and crushing it.
The attackers may not be able to piece its armor, but they could crush it, even if they had to sacrifice the many hundreds that would be crushed alongside it as the weight of more bodies kept adding to the pile.
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