The sound of cracking bones resounded through the putrid corpse-strewn streets of a town cast in ruin by the Shadow King's passing army. Bratukhin chomped down on one of the many dead bodies, tearing into the meat and devouring the bones as well. "There's so much food here," he sighed in a moment of supreme bliss. Gazing around at the mountanous food supply, he experienced a new sensation. He finally felt that he had come close to satiating his hunger.