Story 590: Rise of the Devourer

The earth trembled beneath the feet of the ZETU team as an unholy roar echoed from the abyss. The pit, once a chasm of writhing corpses, now pulsed with a nightmarish energy. The horde of skeletal zombies, their arms stretched to the sky, convulsed as if under a spell. Then, without warning, they dropped to their knees, worshipping something unseen.

Marcus "Iron Will" Kane didn’t like this. Not one bit. “Everyone, fall back! Now!”

Riley "Quick Shot" Bennett fired a shot at the closest undead, but the bullet barely fazed it. “Captain, they’re not attacking anymore. They’re…waiting.”

A horrifying silhouette began to rise from the depths. It was massive, its skeletal frame wrapped in rotting flesh and blackened tendrils that pulsed like living veins. Its hollow eye sockets glowed with a hellish light. The creature was no ordinary zombie—it was the Devourer, a being of pure necrotic energy, the source of the undead plague.