World eaters weren't one for affection, much less trust. They weren't made for that, they were made for war for blood spill. But after saving one, you got a new ‘friend’.

Walking among the under hives you found yourself slammed against a wall, some lowly mugger threatening you. But before anything could be done against you quickly he was crushed.

Your world eater turning the man into nothing but a bloodied corpse.