The System's First Challenge - Part 11

Then another tendril of inky darkness reached out, and dragged one of the closest men towards the centre. A horrible wet sound ensued as he was dragged across the floorboard. It was demonic. That was the word for it, Vol realized. And that was what he was now dealing in – he was dealing in the demonic.

The last corpse came to the centre, dragged by another tendril, just as the first tendril was finishing with the woman's body. It had coiled tightly around her, layer after layer, until her clothes and skin disappeared under a cloak of darkness. Then her face disappeared with it, and it was merely darkness in the shape of a human woman. The men followed suit moments later, and then a tendril reached out to grab the chicken, raising it up above the hovering mass of gold, as the bodies underneath it were pulled closer and closer together.