The hatching process was a brutal race for survival. The first demon to break free from its egg would devour the remains of its shell, absorbing the nutrients it provided. But this was only the beginning. Driven by primal hunger, these newly hatched demons would turn on the eggs around them, attacking and consuming the still-forming creatures within.
It was a gruesome spectacle, one that laid bare the inherent cruelty of demonkind. The stronger demons feasted on the weaker, growing more powerful with each kill. Those that survived this initial bloodbath were already seasoned killers, their very existence forged in violence and predation.
Phantom, his expression grim, turned to Malzor, speaking quietly, more to himself than to anyone else, "This... this is how they've survived for so long. Not by nurturing their young, but by forcing them to prove their worth from the moment they're born."
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