The man who had been clutching his head struggled to his feet from the ground.
"Damn, getting swallowed feels terrible."
He spoke as if it hadn't been the drone that was eaten, but him.
Seeing the mound of flesh resembling a sausage laying on the ground, the crowd did not relax in the slightest, still tensely focused on the blown-apart section and the chunks of flesh on the ground…
About two minutes passed.
"It seems… there's no activity anymore…"
Someone said this and stepped forward, aiming a strangely shaped long gun with four barrels at a large chunk of flesh on the ground and pulled the trigger.
From one of the barrels, a burst of flame immediately sprayed out, searing the target crispy on the outside, tender on the inside in seconds...
"Once detached from the main body, it loses its activity, probably an Aberration Level 6 or 7... Safe."
After this statement, a few in the crowd finally relaxed.