A low, gravelly sound escaped the monster—a laugh. It was the first time Danny realized that in this desolate, terrifying world, he might have just found the only thing more lonely than himself. He came for the tech, but as Wyn’s shadow wrapped around him, Danny realized the Waste was about to get a lot more complicated.
He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a creature so terrifying that even other monsters gave it a wide berth. They said it didn't just kill; it consumed the very essence of a person, leaving nothing but a hollow shell. Danny knew he should be running the other way, but desperation is a powerful motivator. His camp was dying, and rumors suggested the Soul Eater guarded a cache of pre-Arriving tech that could save them.
When he finally saw it, his breath hitched. The creature—Wyn—wasn’t the mindless beast the legends described. He was massive, a silhouette of shadows and sharp edges, but there was a devastating stillness to him. He was perched on a rusted girder, watching the sunset with a gaze that felt ancient. Soul Eater by Lily Mayne
Wyn tilted his head, a sharp claw tracing the line of Danny's jaw without breaking the skin. He could taste the soul beneath—vibrant, stubborn, and inexplicably warm. For a monster who had spent centuries consuming darkness, this tiny, defiant spark was more intoxicating than any kill.
"I'm... efficient," Danny managed to choke out, clutching his rusted pipe like a shield. A low, gravelly sound escaped the monster—a laugh
In a heartbeat, the monster was there. Wyn didn't roar; he leaned in, his monstrous form looming over Danny, nostrils flaring as he caught the scent of human fear. But as he leaned closer, the predatory hunger in his eyes flickered, replaced by an intense, confusing curiosity.
The air in the Waste was thick with the scent of ozone and scorched earth, a constant reminder that this wasn't the world humans were built for. Danny adjusted the straps of his pack, his eyes scanning the jagged horizon. He was a scavenger, a ghost in a land of monsters, but today, he was hunting something specific. He’d heard the stories of the "Soul Eater"—a
"I should eat you," Wyn whispered, though he made no move to strike.