This rat had no eyes, as if to confirm that in such an environment, they were a useless accessory. Based on its appearance, anyone present would have undoubtedly called this giant rat a monster; and they would have been right.
The rat raised its disproportionate paw.
To the creature, the strange thing before it was nothing more than prey. In this place, devouring was an instinct; it wasn't a matter of nutrition, it was just the way things were.
The fetus's pulsations remained the same, failing to follow any regular pattern, even in the current situation. It could do nothing but be devoured: whatever this mass of flesh was a remnant of an animal, a human, a monster, or something else it lacked the strength to flee or survive in this environment.
After all, one could not even qualify this thing, this embryo, as a living being; there was only one possible outcome. The paw came down, and the claws shattered the jar as if it were a vessel of dried clay.
