Story 811: The Howling Abyss

The wind howled through the crumbling remains of the city, carrying with it the stench of rot and death. Evelyn wiped sweat from her brow as she and Leon crept through the ruins of an old subway station, their footsteps muffled by the layers of dust and debris. The faint sound of dripping water echoed through the tunnels.

Mia had gone ahead to scout, but it had been nearly twenty minutes since her last radio transmission. That was too long.

Evelyn clicked the radio. "Mia? You copy?"

Silence.

Then—static. A low, guttural growl followed.

Leon stiffened, his grip tightening around his rifle. "That wasn't Mia."

A sudden scrape echoed through the tunnel, followed by the heavy, labored breathing of something large. Evelyn’s heart pounded. The Devourer was dead—but something else was hunting them now.

A shadow moved.

Then it came.