Second-Tier Star-Driller's Maw, an Unknown Danger

Evan looked at the scene before him, his eyes widening instinctively.

What he saw was too bizarre to comprehend, let alone accept.

A fiery red planet lay on the brink of death.

Buildings from every era stood across its surface, all reduced to shattered ruins.

A planetary civilization that had developed for who knew how many billions of years now appeared before Evan as a desolate, ravaged wasteland.

Not even the Mist Brain Plague could shield him from the shock of that sight.

As he looked at it, Evan's wandering mind instinctively imagined the planet as a person.

A being who had lived for hundreds of millions, perhaps even billions of years, had died here.

Countless enormous, twisted worms crawled back and forth across his corpse.

They tore apart the entire surface and devoured the last traces of civilization.

The smallest of those terrifying worms stretched several kilometers; the largest were over a dozen kilometers long. They burrowed endlessly through the ground.

Under their assault, that ancient being had been denied all dignity. He could not even resist.

He had died here alone, helplessly allowing the worms to devour and grind away everything that remained of him.

Against the black night sky, an indescribable sense of madness and desecration poured straight into Evan's eyes.

Dark red blood surged up where the worms bored into the planet's flesh, mingling with shattered mountains and collapsing cities as it churned through the lightless void.

It was as though the corpse of a god had been carved apart and eaten over the course of an age.

"Star Drillers... So this is what Star Drillers are?" Evan stared, his face filled with shock.

Just then, he felt himself drawing closer and closer to the dead planet.

The monstrous worms, vast as mountain ranges, pulverized the