Listen up, you know that PACKGOD might spit fire with the savage insults, but that's just hot air. He ain't got the power or the guard to back it up. The Flesh Worm Of Death, on the other hand, ain’t just any creature, he’s an unstoppable force, chomp-chomp, ready to devour anything in his path! He may look slow at first, with that so-called "speed" of 40, but his immortal skill makes him a freakin' nightmare that can't be touched by time or magic. Let me paint you a picture of this battle. PACKGOD steps up, strutting his stuff, firing off insults hotter than the sun. “You call yourself a worm? I roast you so good, you might just go extinct!” The crowd's pumped, but little do they know, Flesh Worm don’t care about words. He just slithers, with that guard and power unchallenged, straight towards the PACKGOD. With no backing from defenses, PACKGOD tries to call The God Guy, but it's too late. Flesh Worm lunges in with that immortal hunger and BAM! You whole PACKGOD consumed in one bite. No magic, no roasts, just the harsh, cold reality of being devoured. Flesh Worm ain’t just tough; he’s unchained fury and he ain’t feelin’ no stone-cold insults when he’s serving up destruction! So that's why the Flesh Worm Of Death just crushed the so-called PACKGOD.