Out of Control

Crackle—

“Ugh—gross, man.”

Half the centipede’s body was gone, but it kept writhing.

It looked just like a giant cockroach.

Szzzz….

It writhed for a long while, then sagged as if its strength had run out.

“Is there anything worth taking from this one?”

I approached the centipede to see if there was anything I could harvest.

Its head had been erased by my divinity, leaving only a little of its tail and body.

No matter how I looked at it, there didn’t seem to be much worth taking...