In front of him lay the cocoon—the same one from inside the creature's throat. Still beating. Still pulsing. It was alive.
"There's no way…" Finn muttered, frozen in horror.
It rested among a few smaller creature corpses, not far from the giant wing. The cords he had pulled still dangled from it, thin and fragile, like an umbilical cord from a newborn—barely attached.
"Stop staring at that thing and focus on me!" Majestria's ass wiggled aggressively on his shoulders, forcing him deeper into the mud. "The only thing that matters is you apologizing to me!"
"No! What's really important is that thing ahead of us!" Finn struggled to rise beneath her crushing weight.
"Are you questioning my authority?!"
"I am! How about you look forward for once instead of worrying about me!"
She finally glanced ahead. Her expression twisted into pure disgust and horror. Thighs clamped around the back of his head, pressing him further into the mud.
