This time, not one Chaot blocked her course, but many. She now faced the fire that sprung from the dragon’s mouth, for hell stood in front of her. Twelve Chaots convened together on the street. Tranquility did not exist in the small gathering, for even amongst each other they sought war and feast. Several of them bent over a meal like hyenas. The meal, another Chaot, was still alive under the scavenging. Moans and shrieks mounted from its lips as the prey tried to escape the frenzy. A larger, more muscular one was trying to tear the weaker’s leg off—a monstrous portrayal of survival of the
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