Dusk began to settle over the swamp, painting the stagnant air in shades of deep orange and purple.
Leaning back against the gnarled trunk of a tree, Aurelion looked perfectly at ease. One leg was casually crossed over the other as he took a slow, deliberate bite from the Gulper meat.
He chewed thoughtfully, his single golden eye fixed on the scene before him with a look of cold satisfaction.
The view was one of carnage. At the water's edge, a tangled mound of piranhas lay still, having suffocated on the shore. Beyond them, the surface of the black lake was dotted with the unmoving bodies of hundreds more.
A familiar feminine voice echoed in his mind. "That was not necessary."
Aurelion's lip curled into a slight smirk. "I am the one who decide what is necessary here," he projected back, "What you see is the result of a flawed ecosystem."
"How can a self sustaining ecosystem be flawed?" the entity asked.
