Ben clenched his teeth so hard they almost cracked.
That thing was using the Ravagers to evolve.
It was clever.
It was feeding and keeping him busy at the same time.
The battlefield was no longer just a fight.
It had turned into a feeding ground.
His eyes narrowed.
His adaptive muscles tensed like a coiled spring.
So that is your plan, using them as both a shield and food to evolve mid-fight.
His lips curled into a sharp grin.
"Two can play that game."
He moved.
A Brute Ravager rushed him from behind.
His scythe-hand shot back, slipping cleanly into the gap in its armor.
The creature shrieked and thrashed in pain.
Venom saw the opening and moved in to devour it, but Ben was faster.
His free hand twisted and morphed into a gaping maw.
"CONSUME!"
CHOMP.
The Ravager vanished into his flesh, devoured in an instant.
[Brute Ravager Consumed. Acquired 55 Biomass.]
Venom's head snapped toward him.
Ben smirked, eyes bright with amusement.
"What is wrong?
